Far be it from me to insist upon the necessity of classes in the community, and the impropriety of marrying those who are uncongenial in taste and habit, and--" "Marrying, ma'am!" exclaimed Redbud--then she stopped.
"Yes, Redbud," said Miss Lavinia, with dignity, "and nothing will persuade me that this young man has not conceived the design of marrying you.

I do not say, mind me, that he is actuated by unworthy motives--I have no right to.

I do not believe that this young man has ever reflected that Apple Orchard, a very fine estate, will some day be yours.

I only say that, like all youths, he has set his heart upon possessing your hand, and that he is not a proper husband for you." Having uttered this downright and unmistakeable opinion, Miss Lavinia raised her head with dignity, and smoothed down her silk dress with solemn grace.
As to poor Redbud, she could only lean her head on her hand, and endeavor to suppress her gathering tears.
"Verty is an Indian, and a young man of obscure birth--wholly uneducated, and, generally speaking, a savage, though a harmless one," said the lady, returning to the charge.

"Now, Redbud, you cannot fail to perceive that it is impossible for you to marry an Indian whom nobody knows anything about.