There's young Ingelow.

The way you devoted yourself to that young man last night set everybody talking." "Let 'em talk," responded Miss Dane, loftily.

"When Mr.Ingelow followed me all the way from New York, I think it was the very least I could do in common politeness.

He found it a waste and howling wilderness without me--yes, he did; he said so.

And then, Mr.Walraven, I like him." "You like him ?" "Yes, ever and ever so much; and I'm dreadfully sorry for him, because I know it'll break his heart when I refuse him." "He hasn't proposed yet, then ?" "Not yet, but I expect it shortly.