The boy resumed: "And so I've been telling him that now I thought differently--I hoped he would ask you to marry him--and I knew that you cared for him--but that he mustn't dream of taking you to Canada.

That was all nonsense--couldn't be thought of! He must settle here.

You've lots of money--and--well, when I'm gone--you'll have more.

Of course Martindale will go away from us, and I know he will look after mother as well as you." There was silence--till Elizabeth murmured--"And what did he say ?" The lad drew himself away from her with an angry movement.
"He refused!" Elizabeth lifted herself, a gleam of something splendid and passionate lighting up her small face.
"And what else, dear Philip, did you expect ?" "I expected him to look at it reasonably!" cried the boy.

"How can he ask a woman like you to go and live with him on the prairies?
It's ridiculous! He can go into English politics, if he wants politics.