"
"It 's no matter what he has--six thousand a year is n't much! And we
don't do things in that way in our country. We have n't those horrid
match-making arrangements that you have in your dreadful country.
American mothers are not like English mothers."
"Oh, any one can see, of course," said Captain Lovelock, "that Mr.
Gordon Wright is dying of love for Miss Vivian."
"I can't see it!" cried Blanche.
"He dies easier than I, eh?"
"I wish you would die!" said Blanche. "At any rate, Angela is not dying
of love for Mr. Wright."
"Well, she will marry him all the same," Lovelock declared.
Blanche Evers glanced at Bernard.
"Why don't you contradict that?" she asked. "Why don't you speak up for
your friend?"
"I am quite ready to speak for my friend," said Bernard, "but I am not
ready to speak for Miss Vivian."
"Well, I am," Blanche declared. "She won't marry him."
"If she does n't, I 'll eat my hat!" said Captain Lovelock. "What do
you mean," he went on, "by saying that in America a pretty girl's mother
does n't care for a young fellow's property?"
"Well, they don't--we consider that dreadful. Why don't you say so,
Mr. Longueville?" Blanche demanded. "I never saw any one take things so
quietly.
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