“But do you only ask what I can be expected to tell?”
“Yes, I think so; for you must know your brother's heart.”
“My brother's heart, as you term it, on the present occasion, I assure you I can only guess at.”
“Well?”
“Well! Nay, if it is to be guesswork, let us all guess for ourselves. To be guided by second-hand conjecture is pitiful. The premises are before you. My brother is a lively and perhaps sometimes a thoughtless young man; he has had about a week's acquaintance with your friend, and he has known her engagement almost as long as he has known her.”
“Well,” said Catherine, after some moments' consideration,