‘Then look for her; and believe me when I say that you will certainly find her.’ He shook his head. ‘Captain De Stancy, I have long felt for you,’ she continued, with a frank glance into his face. ‘You have deprived yourself too long of other women’s company. Why not go away for a little time? and when you have found somebody else likely to make you happy, you can meet me again. I will see you at your father’s house, and we will enjoy all the pleasure of easy friendship.’ ‘Very correct; and very cold, O best of women!’ ‘You are too full of exclamations and transports, I think!’ They stood in silence, Paula apparently much interested in the manoeuvring of a raft which was passing by. ‘Dear Miss Power,’ he resumed, ‘before I go and join your uncle above, let me just ask, Do I stand any chance at all yet? Is it possible you can never be more pliant than you have been?’ ‘You put me out of all patience!’ ‘But why did you raise my hopes? You should at least pity me after doing that.’ ‘Yes; it’s that again! I unfortunately raised your hopes because I was a fool--was not myself that moment. Now question me no more. As it is I think you presume too much upon my becoming yours as the consequence of my having dismissed another.’ ‘Not on becoming mine, but on listening to me.’ ‘Your argument would be reasonable enough had I led you to believe I would listen to you--and ultimately accept you; but that I have not done. I see now that a woman who gives a man an answer one shade less peremptory than a harsh negative may be carried beyond her intentions, and out of her own power before she knows it.’ ‘Chide me if you will; I don’t care!’ She looked steadfastly at him with a little mischief in her eyes. ‘You DO care,’ she said. ‘Then why don’t you listen to me? I would not persevere for a moment longer if it were against the wishes of your family. Your uncle says it would give him pleasure to see you accept me.’ ‘Does he say why?’ she asked thoughtfully. ‘Yes; he takes, of course, a practical view of the matter; he thinks it commends itself so to reason and common sense that the owner of Stancy Castle should become a member of the De Stancy family.’ ‘Yes, that’s the horrid plague of it,’ she said, with a nonchalance which seemed to contradict her words. ‘It is so dreadfully reasonable that we should marry. I wish it wasn’t!’ ‘Well, you are younger than I, and perhaps that’s a natural wish. But to me it seems a felicitous combination not often met with. I confess that your interest in our family before you knew me lent a stability to my hopes that otherwise they would not have had.’ ‘My interest in the De Stancys has not been a personal interest except in the case of your sister,’ she returned. ‘It has been an historical interest only; and is not at all increased by your existence.’ ‘And perhaps it is not diminished?’ ‘No, I am not aware that it is diminished,’ she murmured, as she observed the gliding shore.