"Has he not asked you?"
"Yes ma'am. But—"
"What?"
"Not since he got there."
"Have you reason to think his mind is altered on the subject?"
"No, ma'am," said Eleanor, drooping her head.
"What does your own feeling bid you do, my love?"
"I have thought it all over, aunt Caxton," said the girl slowly,—"I did that last night; I have thought of everything about it; and my feeling was—"
"Well, my love?"
"My feeling, as far as I am concerned—was to take the first good opportunity that offered."