"
Singularly enough, however, Gordon Wright failed to appear flattered by
this concession.
"I did n't send for you to laugh at me," he said.
"Ah, but I have n't travelled three hundred miles to cry! Seriously,
solemnly, then, it is one of these young ladies that has put marriage
into your head?"
"Not at all. I had it in my head."
"Having a desire to marry, you proceeded to fall in love."
"I am not in love!" said Gordon Wright, with some energy.
"Ah, then, my dear fellow, why did you send for me?"
Wright looked at him an instant in silence.
"Because I thought you were a good fellow, as well as a clever one."
"A good fellow!" repeated Longueville. "I don't understand your
confounded scientific nomenclature. But excuse me; I won't laugh. I am
not a clever fellow; but I am a good one." He paused a moment, and then
laid his hand on his companion's shoulder. "My dear Gordon, it 's no
use; you are in love."
"Well, I don't want to be," said Wright.
"Heavens, what a horrible sentiment!"
"I want to marry with my eyes open. I want to know my wife. You don't
know people when you are in love with them. Your impressions are
colored."
"They are supposed to be, slightly. And you object to color?"
"Well, as I say, I want to know the woman I marry, as I should know any
one else.
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