"
"Maurice, of course you will think me odious"--and Mrs. Felton checked
her bantering tone--"but don't sit here allowing your imagination to
run wild, deifying Miss Lafitte before you know her. Either make her
acquaintance in the ordinary way, or, which I should like better,
avoid her."
"Do you think I am falling in love at first sight?"
"I think any idle young man tempts Providence when he sits weaving
romances about a very beautiful girl before he knows her."
"Then introduce us."
"She won't speak to me."
"What have you quarreled about?"
"Nothing."
"Very mysterious. Clare, listen! If you don't tell me the whole
secret, I will fall in love with her for spite, and make a terrible
fool of myself."
"An easy task."
"Shoot it off, Clare: I know you are dying to tell me."
"I would rather you heard it from some one else: I would indeed.
Still, if you insist--"
"I command, I entreat."
"Incorrigible! For your own good I--"
"My peace of mind depends on it."
"I wish you were not so obstinate." Then, lowering her voice, "The
report is that the poor girl is insane.
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