"Not near, to trouble you. Probably in Europe. I think of going with the Caruthers in the spring."
"What makes you think this girl wants—I mean, desires—education?"
"If she does not, then the fat's in the fire, that's all."
"I did not know you were so romantic, before."
"Romantic! Could anything be more practical? And I think it will be so good for you, in that sea air."
"I would rather never smell the sea air, if this is going to be for your damage. Does the girl know you are an admirer of hers?"
"She hardly knows I am in the world! O yes, she has seen me, and I have talked with her; by which means I come to know that labour spent on her will not be spent in vain. But of me she knows nothing."
"After talking with you!" said Mrs. Barclay. "What else is she?
Handsome?"
"Perhaps I had better let you judge of that. I could never marry a mere pretty face, I think. But there is a wonderful charm about this creature, which I do not yet understand. I have never been able to find out what is the secret of it."
"A pretty face and a pink cheek!" said Mrs. Barclay, with half a groan. "You are all alike, you men! Now we women—Philip, is the thing mutual already? Does she think of you as you think of her?"