"You＇re not serious," Miss Stackpole remarked; "that＇s what＇s the matter with you." But for all this,in a day or two, she again permitted him to fix her attention and on the later occasion assigned a different cause to her mysterious perversity. "I know what＇s the matter with you, Mr. Touchett," she said. "You think you＇re too good to get married."
"I thought so till I knew you, Miss Stackpole," Ralph answered; "and then I suddenly changed my mind."
"Oh pshaw!" Henrietta groaned.
"Then it seemed to me," said Ralph, "that I was not good enough."