“‘You think of convincing, while I think of dining.’”
But, as he spoke, Alfred observed his friend’s agitated countenance, and immediately becoming serious, he drew a chair beside Mr. Temple, and said, “I believe, Temple, you have something to say that you are anxious about. You know that if there is any thing I can do, head, hand, and heart are at your service.”
“Of that I am quite sure, else I should not come here to open my heart to you,” replied Mr. Temple. Then he related all that had just passed between Lord Oldborough and himself, and ended by asking Alfred, whether he thought there was any chance of success for his love?
“You have not told me who the lady is,” said Alfred.
“Have not I?—but, surely, you can guess.”
“I have guessed—but I wish to be mistaken—Lady Frances Arlington?”
“Quite mistaken. Guess again—and nearer home.”
“Nearer home!—One of my sisters!—Not Caroline, I hope?”
“No.”
“Then it must be as I once hoped. But why did you never mention it to me before?”