'
'I suppose so,' said he, blushing, but frowning at the same time.
'You see I can be very frank with a real friend. But I am sure of
myself in this--that I shall never marry a man I do not love. A
girl needn't love a man unless she likes it, I suppose. She
doesn't tumble into love as she does into the fire. It would not
suit me to marry a poor man, and so I don't mean to fall in love
with a poor man.'
'But you do mean to fall in love with a rich one?'
'That remains to be seen, Lord Silverbridge. The rich man will at
any rate have to fall in love with me first. If you know of any
one you need not tell him to be too sure because he has a good
income.'
'There's Popplecourt. He's his own master, and fool as he is, he
knows how to keep his money.'
'I don't want a fool. You must do better for me than Lord
Popplecourt.'
'What do you say to Dolly Longstaff?'
'He would be just the man, only he never would take the trouble to
come out and be married.'
'Or Glasslough?'
'I'm afraid he's cross, and wouldn't let me have my own way.
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