"Your guilty conscience will not let you answer.

You told me yourself, only two days ago, that but for George Grosvenor you would have asked her to be your wife." "Quite true," responded her son: "but who knows what a day may bring forth?
Two days ago I was willing to marry Lady Louise--to ask her, at least.

Now, not all the wealth of the Indies, not the crown of the world could tempt me." "Good heavens!" cried my lady, goaded to the end of her patience; "only hear him! Do you mean to tell me, you absurd, mad-headed boy, that in one day you have fallen hopelessly in love with this hare-brained, masculine Harriet Hunsden ?" "I tell you nothing of the sort, madame; the inference is your own.
But this I will say--I would rather marry Harriet Hunsden than any other woman under heaven! Let Lady Louise take George Grosvenor.

He is in love with her, which I never was; and he has an earl's coronet in prospective, which I have not.

As for me, I have done with this subject at once and forever.