'
'But does love go for nothing?' said Dolly, putting his hand upon
his heart. 'Perhaps there are so many that love you.'
'Not above half-a-dozen or so.'
'You can make a joke of it, when I-. But I don't think, Miss
Boncassen, you at all realise what I feel. As to settlements and
all that, your father could do what he likes with me.'
'My father has nothing to do with it, and I don't know what
settlements mean. We never think anything of settlements in our
country. If two young people love each other they go and get
married.'
'Let us do the same here.'
'But the two young people don't love each other. Look here, Mr
Longstaff, it's my opinion that a young woman ought not to be
pestered.'
'Pestered!'
'You force me to speak in that way. I've given you an answer ever
so many times. I will not be made to do it over and over again.'
'It's that d---- fellow, Silverbridge,' he exclaimed almost angrily.
On hearing this Miss Boncassen left the room without speaking
another word, and Dolly Longstaff found himself alone. He saw what
he had done as soon as she was gone.
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