"Is that true, Adelina?"
Seeing her mistake, Adelina hastened to add:
"Why, yes; I love Harold and Mary, and——"
"Pshaw! I thought you meant some one."
"Meaning yourself? No doubt the two mentioned would be delighted at being designated nonentities." Then, seeing that the young man was really wounded, she said impatiently:
"Why can't you love some one else?"
The fact that she was inflicting pain unwillingly and helplessly made her half angry with him.
"There are plenty of nice girls—Lucy, Alice——"
"That will do," Mr. Burnett interrupted with dignity. "Love is not made to order."