"God knows it is _all_ I think of," says he.
"And so you would marry me to Mr.Hardinge ?" "Hardinge is a good man, and--he loves you." "If so, he is the only one on earth who does," cries the girl bitterly.

She turns abruptly away, and struggles with herself for a moment, then looks back at him.

"Well, I shall not marry him," says she.
"That is in your own hands," says the professor.

"But I shall have something to say about the other proposal you speak of." "Do you think I want to marry your brother ?" says she.

"I tell you no, no, _no!_ A thousand times no! The very fact that he _is_ your brother would prevent me.