however, with immense eagerness. "You prefer someone else?" Cora's promptitude dropped at this, and, starting to hear it, as you might well have seen, for the first time publicly phrased, she abruptly moved away. A minute's sense of her scruple was enough for Mrs. Gracedew: this was proved by the tone of soft remonstrance and high benevolence with which that lady went on. She had looked very hard, first, at one of the old warriors hung on the old wall, and almost spoke as if he represented their host. "He seems remarkably clever."
Cora, at something in the sound, quite jumped about. "Then why don't you marry him yourself?"
Mrs. Gracedew gave a sort of happy sigh. "Well, I've got fifty reasons! I rather think one of them must be that he hasn't happened to ask me."
It was a speech, however, that her visitor could easily better. "I haven't got fifty reasons, but I have got one."
Mrs. Gracedew smiled as if it were indeed a stroke of wit. "You mean your case is one of those in which safety is not in numbers?" And then on Cora's visibly not understanding: "It is when reasons are bad that one needs so many!"
