"She has a will like cast-iron.

You'd never move her." Mrs.Ingleton tossed her head.

"Never?
Well, look here! If you want the girl to marry that really charming Mr.Preston, I'll undertake that she shall--and that within a year.

How is that ?" Ingleton stared a little, then slowly shook his head.

"You'll never do it, my dear Caroline." "I will do it if it is your wish," said Mrs.Ingleton firmly.
He looked at her with a touch of uneasiness.