That is hard." "Not in the least.

I take an interest in you." "Bless you for saying so!" "And so, if you keep your troubles from me, we are not friends, nor cousins." "Mary!" "Nor anything else." "Well, dear Mary, sooner than not be anything else to you I will tell you, and yet I don't like.

Well, then, if I must, it is that dear old wrong-headed father of mine.

He wants me to marry Julia Clifford." Mary turned pale directly.

"I guessed as much," said she.