"It
seems to me," said Mrs. Carbuncle, "that you won't make up your mind about
anything."
"There is nothing to make up my mind about."
"I think there is--a great deal. Do you mean to take this man who is
dangling after you?"
"He isn't worth taking."
"Carruthers says that the property must come right, sooner or later. You
might do better, perhaps, but you won't trouble yourself. We can't go on
like this forever, you know."
"If you hated it as much as I do, you wouldn't want to go on."
"Why don't you talk to him? I don't think he's at all a bad fellow."
"I've nothing to say."
"He'll offer to-morrow, if you'll accept him."
"Don't let him do that, Aunt Jane. I couldn't say Yes. As for loving him--
oh, laws!"
"It won't do to go on like this, you know."
"I'm only eighteen; and it's my money, aunt."
"And how long will it last? If you can't accept him, refuse him, and let
somebody else come."
"It seems to me," said Lucinda, "that one is as bad as another. I'd a deal
sooner marry a shoemaker and help him to make him shoes."
"That's downright wickedness," said Mrs. Carbuncle. And then they went
down to dinner.
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