"Certainly."
"New York's one of the outlying suburbs."
Lord Marshmoreton relit his pipe. He had a feeling that they were
wandering from the point.
"It is quite impossible."
"I can't see it."
"Maud is so young."
"Your daughter could be nothing else."
"Too young to know her own mind," pursued Lord Marshmoreton,
resolutely crushing down a flutter of pleasure. There was no doubt
that this singularly agreeable man was making things very difficult
for him. It was disarming to discover that he was really capital
company--the best, indeed, that the earl could remember to have
discovered in the more recent period of his rather lonely life. "At
present, of course, she fancies that she is very much in love with
you . . . It is absurd!"
"You needn't tell me that," said George. Really, it was only the
fact that people seemed to go out of their way to call at his
cottage and tell him that Maud loved him that kept him from feeling
his cause perfectly hopeless. "It's incredible. It's a miracle."
"You are a romantic young man, and you no doubt for the moment
suppose that you are in love with her."
"No!" George was not going to allow a remark like that to pass
unchallenged. "You are wrong there. As far as I am concerned, there
is no question of its being momentary or supposititious or anything
of that kind. I am in love with your daughter. I was from the first
moment I saw her. I always shall be. She is the only girl in the
world!"
"Stuff and nonsense!"
"Not at all. Absolute, cold fact."
"You have known her so little time."
"Long enough."
Lord Marshmoreton sighed. "You are upsetting things terribly."
"Things are upsetting me terribly."
"You are causing a great deal of trouble and annoyance."
"So did Romeo."
"Eh?"
"I said--So did Romeo."
"I don't know anything about Romeo."
"As far as love is concerned, I begin where he left off."
"I wish I could persuade you to be sensible."
"That's just what I think I am."
"I wish I could get you to see my point of view."
"I do see your point of view. But dimly. You see, my own takes up
such a lot of the foreground."
There was a pause.
"Then I am afraid," said Lord Marshmoreton, "that we must leave
matters as they stand."
"Until they can be altered for the better."
"We will say no more about it now."
"Very well."
"But I must ask you to understand clearly that I shall have to do
everything in my power to stop what I look on as an unfortunate
entanglement."