No, no.

Twist it how you may, Miss Isabel, whether I'm single or whether I'm married, I'm plain Alfred Hardyman; and everybody who knows me knows that I go on my way, and please myself.

If you don't like me, it will be the bitterest disappointment I ever had in my life; but say so honestly, all the same." Where is the woman in Isabel's place whose capacity for resistance would not have yielded a little to such an appeal as this?
"I should be an insensible wretch," she replied warmly, "if I didn't feel the honor you have done me, and feel it gratefully." "Does that mean you will have me for a husband ?" asked downright Hardyman.
She was fairly driven into a corner; but (being a woman) she tried to slip through his fingers at the last moment.
"Will you forgive me," she said, "if I ask you for a little more time?
I am so bewildered, I hardly know what to say or do for the best.

You see, Mr.Hardyman, it would be a dreadful thing for me to be the cause of giving offense to your family.

I am obliged to think of that.