“What do you mean, father?”
“Good lord, man, you’re not a perfect fool, are you? We’ve discussed your marriage ad nauseam. I want to know what your intentions are. It’s not fair to the girl to keep her dangling in this fashion. Are you going to marry her or not?”
“Well, father, there’s no hurry about it?”
“On the contrary there’s the greatest possible hurry.”
“Why?”
“I have every reason to believe that some one else is thinking of proposing to her.”
“Well, I don’t think she cares twopence about me,” answered Lionel, rather sulkily. “Lately when I’ve seen her she’s talked of nothing but you.”
“There are less diverting topics of conversation, Lionel,” retorted the Canon, with a smile.
“One can have too much of a good thing.”
“If you don’t look sharp some one else will step in and cut you out. I warn you candidly.”