The Argosy — page 327: what you’re looking at

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308 Catherine versus Kate. “She might design to win your affection, John.” “ Nay, Kate. She has loved.” ‘Or thinks she has loved, John.” “T tell you, Kate, she has loved. If you had heard her passionate language, you would not doubt it. There is a depth in that woman’s seul which no shallower mind could fathom.” “Which Z could not fathom, you mean! Beware, John! You take a mighty interest in this Catherine.” “IT do. She makes my life happy—that is, as happy as it ever can be now.” ‘Some day you will make her an offer, John.” “TI! I make an offer to any woman! No, Kate. Never again!” “Some day, I say, John, you will make her an offer, and, asa cousin, I will give you a piece of advice. Couch your offer in honest words. Beaman, and don’t fancy you are only acceptable because you are rich. Remember that a woman who weds a rich man does not necessarily wed for riches.” ‘That is the very thing she said just now, Kate.” “Ts it? She is a wise person, then, and a true woman.” ‘“‘ She is, indeed, a true woman. Alas, that such a woman should have misplaced her affections! She loved a fellow, who tried to keep a secret from her—who came to her, pretending to be other than he was—the scoundrel ! ” ‘“‘ Now, don’t abuse him, John! It seems to me that he only behaved to Catherine as you behaved to me.” “You are cruel, Kate. Would you compare me to the villain who insulted Catherine ?” “T cannot say. Ask Catherine what she thinks—she, in whose soul, as it appears, there are depths my shallow mind 2 “Nay! Not even Catherine shall come between your image and me" “Thank you, John. It is pleasant to know that when you are about to wed Catherine, you can still think kindly of Kate! “Tam not about to wed Catherine. She is my good friend, but she will never be my wife. No, not even if you marry Lord Angelo.” “‘T marry Lord Angelo!” *““Yes. Are you not going to do so?” “Certainly not. What! Marry Lord Angelo—an empty-headed flirt, a well-drest nonentity! No, no, John! When I marry, my husband shall be a man of sense. I have seen such a man once, and he is not Lord Angelo.” ‘Who Js he?” “Well, John, he is about your age and your height, and your size. And he is clever, and has read a thousand books, and he knows every- thing, and people call him a rising man; and yet he can run and row, and ride and play cricket, and even dance, with the best.” CONNIE OOO KS (E(0)