“I should be better pleased if it were postponed altogether!” muttered Scrope.
“Let me say a word for my friend Chetwynd,” interposed Sir Bridgnorth. “As yet, it is somewhat early to declare that he has reformed, but I sincerely believe in his professions, and I feel persuaded he will carry them out.”
“I won't disappoint you, Sir Bridgnorth!” said Chetwynd, earnestly.
“I have entire confidence in you,” rejoined the baronet.
“And so have I,” said Lady Thicknesse. “I am so well satisfied with the explanation that has taken place, that I give my full consent to Emmeline's engagement.”
“I am delighted to hear you say so, dearest aunt!” cried the young lady. “You make me quite happy. It would have grieved me to incur your displeasure. I don't care a bit about Scrope!”
“Won't you even give me credit for the desire to serve you?” said Scrope.
“No. I am displeased by your uncalled-for interference. You do more harm than good!”
“Before deciding against my friend Chetwynd, Scrope,” said Sir Bridgnorth, “you ought to give him a fair trial.”
“That is all I desire,” remarked Chetwynd. “Six months hence, if I have not proved myself worthy of Emmeline, I will retire from the field.”