"Why not? why do you say so?"
"Because I must if you ask me."
"But what can be more excellent and estimable, Fleda?--who could be more worth liking? I should have thought he would just please you. He is one of the most lovely young men I have ever seen."
"Dear aunt Miriam!" said Fleda looking up beseechingly,--"why should we talk about it?"
"Because I want to understand you, Fleda, and to be sure that you understand yourself."
"I do," said Fleda, quietly and with a quivering lip.
"What is there that you dislike about Mr. Olmney?"
"Nothing in the world, aunt Miriam."
"Then what is the reason you cannot like him enough?"
"Because, aunt Miriam," said Fleda speaking in desperation,--"there isn't enough of him. He is very good and excellent in every way--nobody feels that more than I do--I don't want to say a word against him--but I do not think he has a very strong mind; and he isn't cultivated enough."