"Till you know him better—till you consent."
"Don't tell him any such nonsense as that. I know him well enough, and I shall never consent."
"But we can wait a long time," said poor Catherine, in a tone which was meant to express the humblest conciliation, but which had upon her father's nerves the effect of an iteration not characterised by tact.
The Doctor answered, however, quietly enough: "Of course you can wait till I die, if you like."
Catherine gave a cry of natural horror.
"Your engagement will have one delightful effect upon you; it will make you extremely impatient for that event."
Catherine stood staring, and the Doctor enjoyed the point he had made. It came to Catherine with the force—or rather with the vague impressiveness—of a logical axiom which it was not in her province to controvert; and yet, though it was a scientific truth, she felt wholly unable to accept it.
"I would rather not marry, if that were true," she said.
"Give me a proof of it, then; for it is beyond a
