"Really, Miss Catherine, how can I know?" I replied. "To be sure, considering the exhibition you performed in his presence, this afternoon, I might say it would be wise to refuse him—since he asked you after that, he must either be hopelessly stupid, or a venturesome fool."
"If you talk so, I wont tell you any more," she returned, peevishly, rising to her feet, "I accepted him, Nelly; be quick, and say whether I was wrong!"
"You accepted him? then, what good is it discussing the matter? You have pledged your word, and cannot retract."
"But, say whether I should have done so—do!" she exclaimed in an irritated tone; chafing her hands together, and frowning.
"There are many things to be considered, before that question can be answered properly." I said sententiously, "First and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?"
