"She will not, cannot accept such an offer." "Will not! cannot!" said the baronet, thinking over all the reasons which in his estimation could possibly be inducing the doctor to be so hostile to his views, and shaking the hand off his arm.

"Will not! cannot! But come, doctor, answer my question fairly.

If she'll have me for better or worse, you won't say aught against it; will you ?" "But she won't have you; why should you give her and yourself the pain of a refusal ?" "Oh, as for that, I must stand my chances like another.

And as for her, why d----, doctor, you wouldn't have me believe that any young lady thinks it so very dreadful to have a baronet with ten thousand pounds a year at her feet, specially when that same baronet ain't very old, nor yet particularly ugly.

I ain't so green as that, doctor." "I suppose she must go through it, then," said the doctor, musing.
"But, Dr Thorne, I did look for a kinder answer from you, considering all that you so often say about your great friendship with my father.
I did think you'd at any rate answer me when I asked you a question." But the doctor did not want to answer that special question.