"He takes care of his health," replied the judge, "simply because he has nothing else to occupy him. When once he is married, he 'll care for his wife, just as he cared for his mother while she lived, and his hypochondria, as you call it, will vanish fast enough."
"He's pedantic."
"That is hardly a grave fault in a professor."
Now that the question had narrowed down to his friend's moral qualities, Mr. Liakos began to feel certain of victory so far as his cousin was concerned. His only remaining doubt was as to the young lady's consent.
"Her consent!" cried his cousin. "She 'll accept Mr. Plateas gladly. Since she can't persuade her father to let her remain single, she will take the first husband that offers, rather than stand in the way of her sister's happiness. She has the soul of an angel," the cousin went on, with enthusiasm. "She does n't know her own worth; she sees that she is not pretty, and in her humility she even exaggerates her plainness; but her sweet unselfishness is no reason why she should be sacrificed."
"Do you think, then, that it would be a sacrifice to marry Mr. Plateas?"
"How can we tell?"
His cousin's reserve was more propitious than her merriment of a few minutes ago, and Mr. Liakos felt encouraged.
