"That is precisely what I ventured to point out to Arthur," said Dora,
unconsciously borrowing her father's ironical neatness of enunciation.
"But why shouldn't you take the opportunity? There are not many estates
like it in England. Your position would be as good as that of a titled
lady, and I am sure you could not want a better husband."
"I like Arthur as a friend, but I could never marry him, so it is useless
to discuss the question."
"But why?" persisted Mrs. Agar.
"Because I do not care for him in the right way."
"But that would come," said Mrs. Agar. It was only natural that she
should use an argument which is accountable for more misery on earth than
mothers dream of.
"No, it would never come."
Mrs. Agar gave a cunning little laugh, and paused so as to lend
additional weight to her next remark.
"That is a dangerous thing for a girl to say."
"Is it?" inquired Dora indifferently.
"Yes, because they can never be sure, unless--"
"Unless what? I am quite sure.
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