"I am going to take him to see Mrs. Wornock to-morrow afternoon. I know he will be in love with her."
"It would be a very good thing if he were to marry her, and make a sensible woman of her."
"Mrs. Wornock with a second husband! The idea is hateful. She would cease to interest me, if she were so commonplace as to marry. I prefer her infinitely with what you call her fads."
"'Crabbed age and youth cannot live together,'" said Mrs. Mornington, quoting one of the few poets with whom she had any acquaintance. "You and I would never think alike, I suppose, young woman. And so you refused Mr. Carew, and told him never to talk to you of love or wedlock, and you refused Beechhurst, yonder," pointing with her whip across the heath to where the white walls of Allan Carew's house smiled in the afternoon sunlight. "I know what your uncle Mornington will say when I tell him what a little fool you have been."
"Auntie, why is it you want me to marry, Mr. Carew?" Suzette asked pleadingly. "Is it because he is rich? Is it for the sake of Beechhurst?"
"No, Miss Minx, it is because I believe him to be a good young man—a gentleman—and as true as steel."
Suzette gave a little sigh, and for a minute or so was dumb.
"Do you know why I have always been glad that my father is an Englishman?" she asked presently.
"Why, because he is an Englishman, I suppose. I should think any girl would be English if she could."
"No, auntie, I am not so proud of my father's country as all that. I have been glad of my English father because I knew that English girls are allowed to make their own choice in marriage."