"I think the word was never—or, at any rate, for a long, long time. And he promised."
"He will keep his promise, no doubt. Well, Suzette, all I can say is that you must be very difficult to please. I don't believe there is another girl in Matcham who would have refused Allan Carew."
"What, are all the young ladies in Matcham so much alike that the same young man would suit them all? Have they no individuality?"
"They have individuality enough to know a good young man, with an excellent position in life, when they see one. I believe your father will be as disappointed as I am."
"Disappointed? Because I am not in a hurry to leave him. I don't know my father, if he is capable of such unkindness."
"Suzette, that little mind of yours is full to the brim of high-flown notions," retorted her aunt, impatiently.
"Dear auntie, surely you are not angry?"
"Yes, Suzie, I am angry, because I have a very high opinion of Allan Carew. I consider him a pearl among young men."
"Really, aunt! And if he were a poor curate, or a barrister without—what do you call them—briefs? Yes, briefs! Would he be a pearl then?"
"He would be just as good a young man, but not a husband for you. Don't expect romantic ideas from me, Suzette. If I ever was romantic, it was so many years ago that I have quite forgotten the sensation."