There he was, still poking about with his stick, waiting for her, and she must answer him.

And he was the eldest son of a peer,--an enormous match for her, very proper in all respects; such a man, that if she should accept him, everybody around her would regard her fortune in life as miraculously successful.

He was not such a man that any one would point at her and say,--"There; see another of them who has sold herself for money and a title!" Mr.Glascock was not an Apollo, not an admirable Crichton; but he was a man whom any girl might have learned to love.

Now he had asked her to be his wife, and it was necessary that she should answer him.

He sat there waiting for her very patiently, still poking about the point of his stick.
Did she really love him?
Though she was so pressed by consideration of time, she did find a moment in which to ask herself the question.
With a quick turn of an eye she glanced at him, to see what he was like.