"You ought not to go," she said, slowly, and rather faintly, "until you have made another trial."
"Oh! It is useless!" he replied.
"Is it that you cannot love—Millie—or that you cannot love—any one?"
He hesitated, puzzled, himself, at the question.
"I never did love any one—any woman," he confessed, "and perhaps I never shall. But your sister seems peculiarly hard to love. Yet she is a very handsome girl and equipped with a mind of unusual calibre."
Daisy acknowledged this description of her sister's charms. She remarked that it was strange that such a combination did not suffice to accomplish the desired result.
"There are people who do find her entertaining," she added. "Mr. Weil is one of them."
"Oh, Archie!" said Roseleaf. "He finds everything entertaining. It is nothing worth remarking. She is the exact description of his ideal in feminine face and form. He once gave me the list of the excellencies of a 'perfect woman,' and your sister has them all."
The younger Miss Fern had her own opinions about this matter. She [thought] the innocent man at her side had not quite [gauged] the interest that Mr. Weil took in her family.