If ever I marry, it must be one of my own sort, or else a fool, like Marsh, that I can make a slave of." "Well, any way, you must see him, not to make a fool of _me,_ for I did promise him; which, now I think on't, 'twas very good of me, for I could find in my heart to ask him down into the kitchen, instead of bringing him upstairs to you." All this ended, somehow, in Mr.Bassett's being admitted.
To his anxious inquiry how matters stood, she replied coolly that Sir Charles and herself were parted by mutual consent.
"What! after all your protestations ?" said Bassett, bitterly.
But Miss Somerset was not in an irascible humor just then.

She shrugged her shoulders, and said: "Yes, I remember I put myself in a passion, and said some ridiculous things.

But one can't be always a fool.

I have come to my senses.

This sort of thing always does end, you know.