"You know what I mean; it is about Rose Danton."
"Well, what about Miss Rose?"
"I am glad you are going to get out of her way. I am glad she will have no chance to make a fool of you. I am glad you will have no time to fall in love with her."
"My pretty Rose! My dark-eyed darling! Grace, you are heartless."
Grace looked at him, but his face was in shadow, and the tone of his voice told nothing.
"I don't know whether you are serious or not," she said. "For your own sake, I hope you are not. Rose has been flirting with you, but I thought you had penetration enough to see through her. I hope, I trust, Frank, you have not allowed yourself to think seriously of her."
"Why not?" said Doctor Danton; "she is very pretty, she has charming ways, we are of the same blood, I should like to be married. It is very nice to be married, I think. Why should I not think seriously of her?"
"Because you might as well fall in love with the moon, and hope to win it."
"Do you mean she would not have me?"
"Yes."