Mr. Douglas remarked, in
allusion to the previous night's committee of the whole, that Bridesdale
was going to be Bridesdale indeed, and would soon be no place for single
people, like himself and his companion. "But I suppose we will both be
gone before then," she answered. "I should have been back a week ago,
had not Mr. Tylor kindly lengthened my holiday. It is hard to have to
leave this place."
"Very," replied Mr. Douglas, "and harder to leave the people. I haven't
known you very long Miss Graves."
"No, only a few weeks, but very pleasant weeks."
"They have been so to me, and the more I see of you, the more I dislike
going away."
"Yes, the people gathered here are delightful, almost a unique party."
"I did not mean the people in general. I meant Miss Graves. I hope that
blunt speech doesn't offend you."
"Not at all. It is blunt, as you say, but complimentary."
"I don't want to make compliments, Miss Graves, until I have the right.
I want you to come home with me to Edinburgh as my wife."
"This is very sudden and very kind, Mr. Douglas. What do you know of me,
a poor girl working for my living?"
"I know more than you think, and honour you for your work and
independent spirit.
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