right; it seems to imply a kind of surprise. You might have omitted the 'really.'"
"You want me to omit everything," he said, laughing, as if he thought me wonderfully amusing.
"The gist of the thing would remain, 'You are very pretty;' that would have been unexpected and agreeable."
"I think you are laughing at me!" cried poor Mr. Frank, without bitterness. "I have no right to say that till I know she likes me."
"She does like you; I see no harm in telling you so." He seemed to me so modest, so natural, that I felt as free to say this to him as I would have been to a good child: more, indeed, than to a good child, for a child to whom one would say that would be rather a prig; and Adrian Frank is not a prig. I could see that by the way he answered; it was rather odd.
"It will please my brother to know that!"
"Does he take such an interest in the impressions you make?"
"Oh, yes; he wants me to appear well." This was said with the most touching innocence; it was a complete confession of inferiority. It was, perhaps, the tone that made it so; at any rate, Adrian Frank has renounced the hope of ever appearing as well as his brother. I wonder if a man must be really inferior, to be in such a state of mind as that. He must at all events be very fond of his brother, and even, I think, have sacrificed himself a good deal.
