"
"Look you, Guy, the child is my own twin-brother's only one, and a sweet
creature it is. I must not be too hard with her; she begs time, and I
must give it."
"Why, how much time would she have? Heaven knows what she considers
reasonable, or what you or I should call so; but to my mind she has had
time enough, and more by far than I was willing for. You must bring her
to her senses, or let me do so. To my thought, she is making fools of us
both."
"It is, enough, Guy, that you have my promise. She shall consent, and I
will hasten the matter as fast as I can; but I will not drive her, nor
will I be driven myself. Your love is not such a desperate affair as to
burn itself out for the want of better fuel; and you can wait for the
proper season. If I thought for a moment that you did or could have any
regard for the child, and she could be happy or even comfortable with
you, I might push the thing something harder than I do; but, as it
stands, you must be patient. The fruit drops when it is ripe.
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