Here is a young woman who has had every chance in life that hick could give her: silk cradles, gold rattles, rank, wealth, schooling, travelling, swell acquaintances, and anything else she chose to ask for.

Even when she is fool enough to want to get married, her luck sticks to her, and she catches Ned, who is a man in a thousand--though Lord forbid we should have many of his sort about! Yet she's not satisfied.

She wants _me_ to give up my establishment just to keep her family in countenance." "She knows nothing of my visit, I assure you." "Even if she doesnt, it makes no odds as to the facts.

She can go her own way; and I will go mine.

I shant want to visit her; and I dont suppose she will visit me.