"So have I. If I might have two I would certainly choose him second."
"But this superfluous Mr. Scarlett comes first, eh?"
"I am afraid he does."
"Well," said the Bishop, with a sigh, "if you are so ungrateful as to marry to please yourself, instead of to please me, there is nothing more to be said. I will have a look at your Mr. Scarlett when he comes to tea. I suppose he will come to tea. I notice the most farouche men do when they are engaged. It is the first step in the turning process. I shall, of course, bring an entirely unprejudiced mind to bear upon him, as I always make a point of doing, but I warn you beforehand I shan't like him."
"Because he is not Mr. Dick."
"Well, yes; because he is not Dick. I suppose his name is Bertie."
"Not Bertie," said Rachel, indignantly, "Hugh."
"It's a poor, inefficient kind of name, only four letters, and a duplicate at each end. I don't think, my dear, he is worthy of you."
"Dick has only four letters."
"I make it a rule never to argue with women. Well, Rachel, I'm glad you have decided to marry. Heaven bless you, and may you be happy with this man. Ah! here comes Dr. Brown."