Bagley. "I s'pose he wasn't going to
take any chances of losing his heiress."
Florence had nothing to say on this subject, but Edna could not
keep silent.
"Perhaps Miss What-you-call-her was just as anxious to make sure of her
title--poor thing!"
"Oh, you mustn't say that," interposed Florence, gently. "Perhaps they
love each other."
"Titled Europeans don't marry American girls for love," said Edna.
"Haven't you been abroad enough to find out that? Or if they ever do,
they keep that motive a secret. You ought to hear them talk, over there.
They can't conceive of an American girl being married for anything _but_
money. It's quite the proper thing to marry one for that, but very bad
form to marry one for love."
"Oh, I don't know," said Bagley, in a manner exceedingly belittling to
Edna's knowledge, "they've got to admit that our girls are a very
charming, superior lot--with a few exceptions." His look placed Miss
Kenby decidedly under the rule, but left poor Edna somewhere else.
"Have they, really?" retorted Edna, in opposition at any cost. "I know
some of them admit it,--and what they say and write is published and
quoted in this country. But the unfavorable things said and written in
Europe about American girls don't get printed on this side. I daresay
that's the reason of your one-sided impression."
Bagley looked hard at the young woman, but ventured another play for the
approval of Miss Kenby:
"Well, it doesn't matter much to me what they say in Europe, but if they
don't admit the American girl is the handsomest, and brightest, and
cleverest, they're a long way off the truth, that's all.
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