“Absurd, Blanche! You are thinking of runaway matches, and making Scotland responsible for the difficulties of people who daren’t own the truth!”
“I am not at all absurd. I am thinking of the dearest friend I have. If you only knew—”
“My dear! I am Scotch, remember! You can be married just as well—I really must insist on that—in Scotland as in England.”
“I hate Scotland!”
“Blanche!”
“I never was so unhappy in my life as I have been in Scotland. I never want to see it again. I am determined to be married in England—from the dear old house where I used to live when I was a little girl. My uncle is quite willing. He understands me and feels for me.”
“Is that as much as to say that I don’t understand you and feel for you? Perhaps I had better relieve you of my company, Blanche?”
“If you are going to speak to me in that way, perhaps you had!”
“Am I to hear my native country run down and not to say a word in defense of it?”
“Oh! you Scotch people make such a fuss about your native country!”