“Pooh!”
“She’s my friend, and I am hers.”
“Of course you are.”
“Her father is a rich merchant, and I am nothing but a poor boy. I have no idea of any such thing as you speak of.”
“Haven’t you, indeed? Let me tell you, Somers, if she was the daughter of the President of the United States, she isn’t any too good for you; and if she’s offish on that score, I should like the privilege of telling her so,” added the major, with no little spirit.
“That’s nonsense, major.”
“If Miss — What’s her name, Somers?”
“Lilian Ashford.”
“That’s an amazing pretty name, Somers. If she’s too good to marry a brigadier general, and such a brigadier general as—”
“I’m not a brigadier.”