You have heard of all that. Tregear told you.'
'He told me something.'
'Of course my father does not like it.'
'Do you approve of it?'
'No,' said he--curtly and sturdily.
'Why not? You like Tregear.'
'Certainly I like Tregear. He is the friend among men, whom I like
the best. I have only two real friends.'
'Who are they?' she asked, sinking her voice very low.
'He is one;--and you are the other. You know that.'
'I hoped that I was one,' she said. 'But if you love Tregear so
dearly, why do you not approve of him for your sister?'
'I always knew that it would not do.'
'But why not?'
'Mary ought to marry a man of higher standing.'
'Of higher rank you mean. The daughter of Dukes have married
commoners before.'
'It is not exactly that. I don't like to talk of it in that way. I
knew it would make my father unhappy. In point of fact he can't
marry her. What is the good of approving of a thing that is
impossible?'
'I wish I knew your sister. Is she--firm?'
'Indeed she is.'
'I am not so sure you are.'
'No,' said he, after considering awhile; 'nor am I.
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