"My dear little artless Rose! Shall I put it plainer? When are you to be Lady Ellerton?"
"Mr. Stanford—"
"My dear Rose, don't be cross. He is too old and too ugly—low be it spoken—for the prettiest girl in Canada!"
"Meaning me?"
"Meaning you."
"Why don't you except Kate?"
"Because I think you are prettier than Kate?"
"You don't! I know better! I don't believe you!"
"Disbelieve me, then."
"You think there is no one in the world like Kate."