'Would it had been the man of our wish!'
Sighs her mother. To whom with vehemence she
In the wedding-dress -- the wife to be --
'Then why were you so mollyish
As not to insist on him for me!'
The mother, amazed: 'Why, dearest one,
Because you pleaded for this or none!'
'But Father and you should have stood out strong!
Since then, to my cost, I have lived to find
That you were right and that I was wrong;
This man is a dolt to the one declined....
Ah! -- here he comes with his button-hole rose.
Good God -- I must marry him I suppose!'