A gasp sounded in the room, most likely from Elizabeth. Margaret could not even imagine what to say in this situation- a man she had no romantic affections for was on one knee before her, requesting her hand in marriage, right before the eyes of her sister who only wished that she would marry as she had, young and happily. Margaret was speechless, frozen to the spot, and could not for the life of her produce the word 'no'.
"Well, we shall give you two a bit of privacy," Elizabeth said, ushering the other man out of the room and closing the door behind them. It was more metaphorical privacy than anything, because she would undoubtedly be leaning against the door with an ear to a glass, hoping to hear Margaret's response.
"Miss Margaret, I think I know that you do not wish to wed at this a
