“Oh, indeed! Might I? That’s encouraging.”
This was a favourite subject of discussion between these young people, and much banter passed with regard to the nationality of the Corbetts.
“But he is no’ Marion’s Englishman anyway,” said Jack Petrie in a little. “He only falls back on Marion when Miss Dawson’s company is no’ to be had.”
“And it’s only because Marion saves him the trouble of saying a word. She is such a chatterbox,” said Hugh. “And he’ll have to fall back on her altogether soon, I’m thinking.”
“I’m sure that’s no’ what our Milly thinks,” said Jack. “She says that Miss Dawson—”
“Your Milly! She judges other folk by hersel’! Miss Dawson wouldna look at him,” said Marion Calderwood.
“But she does look at him, whiles,” said Grace.
“But that’s because she’s no’ ay thinkin’ about—about the like o’ that Him indeed! He might as well go and ask for one of the young princesses at once.”
They all laughed and exclaimed.
“Well, she would be no more above him in one way than Miss Dawson is in another. A baronet? What o’ that? Any body might be a baronet, I suppose,” said Marion.