'
'Lord Silverbridge, if you are so forward, you will offend me.'
Then it turned out that no letter from him had reached the house;
and as the letter had been addressed to Bruton Street instead of
Brook Street, the failure on the part of the post-office was not
surprising.
Whether or no she was offended or he killed remained with her the
whole afternoon. 'Of course I love you,' she said. 'Do you suppose
I should be here with you if I did not, or that you could have
remained in the house after what you did just now? I am not given
to run into rhapsodies quite so much as you are,--and being a woman
perhaps it is as well that I don't. But I think I can be quite as
true to you as you are to me.'
'I am so much obliged to you for that,' he said, grasping at her
hand.
'But I am sure that rhapsodies won't do any good. Now I'll tell
you my mind.'
'You know mine,' said Silverbridge.
'I will take it for granted that I do. Your mind is to marry me
will ye nil ye, as the people say.' He answered this by merely
nodding his head and getting a little nearer to her.
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