"But I would not tell you this, if I were not quite equally sure that you love her in return." "On my faith, Dorothy, you give yourself credit for wonderful penetration," cried Richard.
"Not a whit more than I am entitled to," she answered.

"Nay, it will not do to attempt concealment with me.

If I had not been certain of the matter before, your manner now would convince me.

I am very glad of it.
She will make a charming sister, and I shall he very fond of her." "How you do run on, madcap!" cried her brother, trying to look displeased, but totally failing in assuming the expression.
"Stranger things have come to pass," said Dorothy; "and one reads in story-hooks of young nobles marrying village maidens in spite of parental opposition.

I dare say you will get nobody's consent to the marriage but mine, Richard." "I dare say not," he replied, rather blankly.
"That is, if she should not turn out to be somebody's daughter," pursued Dorothy; "somebody, I mean, quite as great as the heir of Middleton, which I make no doubt she will." "I hope she may," replied Richard.
"Why, you don't mean to say you wouldn't marry her if she didn't!" cried Dorothy.