said cheerfully, jovially: "Ah well, if she cares for you, I don't object."
This was a little ambiguous; but before Jackson Lemon had time to look into it, Lady Canterville asked, gently: "Should you expect her to live in America?"
"Oh, yes; that 's my home, you know."
"Shouldn't you be living sometimes in England?"
"Oh, yes, we 'll come over and see you." The young man was in love, he wanted to marry, he wanted to be genial, and to commend himself to the parents of Lady Barb; at the same time it was in his nature not to accept conditions, save in so far as they exactly suited him, to tie himself, or, as they said in New York, to give himself away. In any transaction he preferred his own terms to those of any one else. Therefore, the moment Lady Canterville gave signs of wishing to extract a promise, he was on his guard.
"She'll find it very different; perhaps she won't like it," her ladyship suggested.
"If she likes me, she'll like my country," said Jackson Lemon, with decision.
"He tells me he has got a plate on his door," Lord Canterville remarked, humorously.
"We must talk to her, of course; we must understand how she feels," said his wife, looking more serious than she had done as yet.
"Please don't discourage her, Lady Canterville," the young man begged; "and give me a chance to talk to her a little more myself. You have n't given me much chance, you know."
