I don't mind their flirting; that amuses them; but marrying is a different thing.

I doubt if Papa Triscoe would take kindly to the notion of a son-in-law he hadn't selected himself, and his daughter doesn't strike me as a young lady who has any wisdom to throw away on a choice.

She has her little charm; her little gift of beauty, of grace, of spirit, and the other things that go with her age and sex; but what could she do for a fellow like Burnamy, who has his way to make, who has the ladder of fame to climb, with an old mother at the bottom of it to look after?
You wouldn't want him to have an eye on Miss Triscoe's money, even if she had money, and I doubt if she has much.

It's all very pretty to have a girl like her fascinated with a youth of his simple traditions; though Burnamy isn't altogether pastoral in his ideals, and he looks forward to a place in the very world she belongs to.

I don't think it's for us to promote the affair." "Well, perhaps you're right," she sighed.