Well, if you are in love, marry him!" said the countess, with a laugh of annoyance.
" Good luck to you!" "No, Mamma, I'm not in love with him, I suppose I'm not in love with him.
" "Well then, tell him so.
" "Mamma, are you cross? Don't be cross, dear! Is it my fault?" "No, but what is it, my dear? Do you want me to go and tell him?" said the countess smiling.