"I like you ever so,--only marrying a person is different."
"There's something in that to be sure."
"And I don't mind telling you," said Marie with an almost solemn expression on her countenance, "because you are good-natured and won't get me into a scrape if you can help it, that I do like somebody else;--oh, so much."
"I supposed that was it."
"That is it."
"It's a deuced pity. The governors had settled everything, and we should have been awfully jolly. I'd have gone in for all the things you go in for; and though your governor was screwing us up a bit, there would have been plenty of tin to go on with. You couldn't think of it again?"
"I tell you, my lord, I'm--in love."

"I like you ever so, Lord Nidderdale; only marrying a person is different."
"There's something in that to be sure."
"And I don't mind telling you," said Marie solemnly, "because you are good-natured and won't get me into a scrape, that I do like somebody else - oh, so much."
"I supposed that was it. It's a deuced pity. We should have been awfully jolly. You couldn't think of it again?"
"I tell you, my lord, I'm - in love."
