"'Not you!' and her voice took a sudden accent of peculiar scorn.
"I liked this. I had roused her from the pensive mood in which I had first found her. I would stir her further.
"'Why doubt it?'
"'_You_ marry!'
"'Yes, of course; nothing more evident than that I can and shall.'
"'The contrary is evident, Mr. Moore.'
"She charmed me in this mood--waxing disdainful, half insulting; pride, temper, derision, blent in her large fine eye, that had just now the look of a merlin's.

"'Not you!' and her voice took a sudden accent of peculiar scorn.
"I liked this. I had roused her from her pensive mood.
"'Why doubt it?' I said. 'Of course I shall marry. Nothing is more evident.'
"'The contrary is evident, Mr. Moore.'
"She charmed me in this mood - disdainful pride lit her large fine eye, that had just now the look of a falcon's.
