"Oh, you won't!" sneered Archie. "You seem to think a great deal of him, Miss Gower."
"Why, of course I do! He's so handsome—so perfectly gentlemanlike—so agreeable, and so—everything else. He's a real love of a man."
"Oh! the deuce take him!"
"Why, Mr. Rivers!" said Gipsy, with a very shocked expression of countenance.
"Gipsy, be serious for once. I have had something to say to you this long time, but you have been so precious careful to keep out of my sight, I've had no chance to say it. Gipsy, do you love Sir George Stuart?"
"Why, Archie! to be sure I do."
"Oh-h-h!" groaned Archie.
"What's the matter?—got the toothache?"
"Oh, dear, no. I have the heart-ache!"
"Sorry to hear it. Better go to Deep Dale and consult Doctor Spider about it."