“Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.” She followed his gaze toward Miss Elizabeth and sniffed. “I am all astonishment. How long has she been such a favorite? Pray when am I to wish you joy?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “A lady's imagination is very rapid. It jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.”
