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'Not at all,' said Priscilla, sternly with a sternness that was very
comfortable to her listener. 'Not at all. Why should not Mr Gibson love
you as well as any man ever loved any woman? You are nice-looking,'
Dorothy blushed beneath her hat even at her sister's praise 'and
good-tempered, and lovable in every way. And I think you are just
fitted to make a good wife. And you must not suppose, Dolly, that
because Mr Gibson wouldn't perhaps, have asked you without the money,
that therefore he is mercenary. It so often happens that a gentleman
can't marry unless the lady has some money!'
'But he hasn't asked me at all.'
'I suppose he will, dear.'
'I only know what Aunt Stanbury says.'
'You may be sure that he will ask you.'
'And what must I say, Priscilla?'
'What must you say? Nobody can tell you that, dear, but yourself. Do
you like him?'
'I don't dislike him.'
'Is that all?'
'I know him so very little, Priscilla. Everybody says he is very good
and then it's a great thing, isn't it, that he should be a clergyman?'
'I don't know about that.


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