"No, I couldn't think such a thing of you. I--I don't
know what I meant. I meant that----" She could not go
on and say that she had felt herself more worthy of him
because of her father's money; it would not have been true;
yet there was no other explanation. She stopped, and cast
a helpless glance at him.
He came to her aid. "I understand why you shouldn't wish
me to suffer by your father's misfortunes."
"Yes, that was it; and there is too great a difference
every way. We ought to look at that again. You mustn't
pretend that you don't know it, for that wouldn't be true.
Your mother will never like me, and perhaps--perhaps I
shall not like her."
"Well," said Corey, a little daunted, "you won't have
to marry my family."
"Ah, that isn't the point!"
"I know it," he admitted. "I won't pretend that I don't
see what you mean; but I'm sure that all the differences
would disappear when you came to know my family better.
I'm not afraid but you and my mother will like each
other--she can't help it!" he exclaimed, less judicially
than he had hitherto spoken, and he went on to urge
some points of doubtful tenability. "We have our ways,
and you have yours; and while I don't say but what you
and my mother and sisters would be a little strange
together at first, it would soon wear off, on both sides.
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