“Is not that sensible?” coaxed her aunt.

She raised her head and looked unutterable scorn.

“I think ’tis remarkable silly,” she answered. Then her dignity fell from her. “Oh, are all men such big stupids?” she cried.

“Most of ’em,” nodded her aunt.

“But can’t he tell that I shall be⁠—oh, so miserable, and that I should not ruin my life if I married him?”

“My dear, once a man gets an idea into his head, ’tis the very devil to get it out of him! Not but what I think Master Jack is right, mind you. And your dear papa and I had looked higher for you. After all⁠—what is Mr. Carr?”