"No; he did not even mention marriage, mother," she sobbed.
"What!" shrieked Mrs. Northrup, in dismay. "Do I understand aright—he made no mention of marriage?"
The girl sobbed. Mrs. Northrup sprang to her feet and paced up and down the floor.
"I— I do not understand it," she cried. "Tell me what he had to say; repeat the conversation that passed between you."
"It did not amount to anything," returned her daughter bitterly. "To be quite plain with you, mamma, he was very distant and cold toward me. In fact, it was almost like getting acquainted with him over again; and to add insult to injury, as he took my hand for an instant at parting, he said, 'Good-night, Miss Northrup.' Oh! what shall I do, mamma—advise me! Ought I to give him up?"
"No," said Mrs. Northrup, sternly, "that would never do. That marriage must take place!"