“Oh, I’m not hopeless by any manner of means. I want her pretty badly, and I’m used to getting what I want. I told her, out and out, when she turned me down, back there in May, that if she were a young girl I wouldn’t urge her any more, after what she said about her feelings. But she wasn’t, and I thought she could look at a proposition from a plain business point of view.”
“You told her that? You mentioned to her that she was no longer a young girl?” Mrs. Dinsmore’s laugh rippled delightedly on the air.
“I did. Oh, I’m used to bargaining,” he rejoined, proudly. “I always could make the other fellow see what he’d lose by refusing my offers. And I got her to take the matter under consideration. I heard somewhere that she was interested in some philanthropy. Well, money comes in handy in charity.” He grinned broadly at Mrs. Dinsmore.
At that moment her protege was extremely distasteful to the lady. But she was a philosopher where marriage was concerned, and she whole-heartedly hoped that her cousin Millicent would not dally too long with her opportunity and allow the matrimonial prize to escape. She was sincerely fond of Millicent, and desired for her the best things in the world. She sometimes said so with touching earnestness.
“She told me”—Mr. Brockton stumbled slightly—“that there wasn’t any one else.”
“There isn’t. She has her train—she’s enormously admired—but there is no one in whom she is sentimentally interested. And Aunt Jessie says it was so all the time they were in Europe.”
“Wasn’t there ever?” he demanded.
“My dear Mr. Brockton, Millicent is twenty-nine, as you reminded her, and she’s a normal woman! Of course there have been some ones—her music-master at fourteen, I dare say, and an actor at sixteen, and a young curate at eighteen—oh, of course I’m jesting. But I suppose she was somewhat like other girls. She was engaged at nineteen—and he must have been quite twenty-three! No, I should dismiss all jealousy of her past if I were you.”
“Engaged?”
Mrs. Dinsmore wondered suddenly if she had been wise, after all, to admit that widely known fact.