"But say whether I should have done so-do!" she exclaimed in an irritated tone; chafing her hands together, and frowning.
"There are many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly," I said, sententiously. "First and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?"
"Who can help it? Of course I do," she answered.
Then I put her through the following catechism: for a girl of twenty-two it was not injudicious.
"Why do you love him, Miss Cathy?"
"Nonsense, I do-that's sufficient."
"By no means; you must say why?"

'But should I should have done so?' she exclaimed, frowning.
'Do you love Mr. Edgar?'
'Who can help it? Of course I do,' she answered.
'Why?'
'I do - that's sufficient.'
'You must say why.'
