But nothing did happen -- and her nose is puggier than ever . Then when I grew up things were horrid . I never could have a single little bit of fun . And Beatrix had such a good time ! She had scores of lovers in spite of her nose . To be sure , she 's engaged now -- and he 's a horrid , faddy little creature . But he is her own choice . She was n't told that there was a man in England whom she must marry by and by , when he got sufficiently reconciled to the idea to come and ask her . Oh , it makes me furious ! '' `` Is -- is there -- anyone else ? '' asked the Young Man hesitatingly . `` Oh , dear , no . How could there be ? Why , you know , I could n't have the tiniest flirtation with another man when I was as good as engaged to the Creature . That is one of my grievances . Just think how much fun I 've missed ! I used to rage to Beatrix about it , but she would tell me that I ought to be thankful to have the chance of making such a good match -- the Creature is rich , you know , and clever . As if I cared how clever or rich he is ! Beatrix made me so cross that I gave up saying anything and sulked by myself . So they think I 'm quite reconciled to it , but I 'm not . ''
`` He might be very nice after all , '' suggested the Young XXXXX . ''
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