“You mean?”
“That it’s time ye thought o’ settling, taking a wife and making a home and a family.”
The tone she adopted was one of commonplace, good-humoured kindliness. But her breathing had quickened a little, and her face had lost some of its high colour in the excitement of thus abruptly coming to grips with her subject.
He stared a moment blankly, then shrugged and laughed.
“Excellent advice,” said he, still laughing on a note of derision that obviously was aimed at himself. “Find me a lady who is well endowed and yet so little fastidious in her tastes that she could make shift with such a husband as I should afford her, and the thing is done.”
“Now there I vow you do yourself injustice.”
“Faith, it’s a trick I’ve learnt from others.”
“You are, when all is said, a very proper man.”
“Aye! But proper for what?”