She had never seen her sitting on tables nor
heard her discussing theology, and had failed to observe that the graceful figure
was a natural one and not due to ably chosen stays. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle;
her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty. Ireton and Langley had returned from a second
unsuccessful search; Marvel had come thither to bid good-night to Mrs. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on
me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and
drinking my liquor into the bargain. Miss Stanley had determined from the
outset to have the warmest affection for her youngest niece and to be a second
mother in her life—a second and a better one; but she had found much to battle
with, and there was much in herself that Ann Veronica failed to understand. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less
assurance than the woollen-draper. The
gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can
cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the
same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. He looked at
her, hurt. "Couldn't you speak to him?"
"What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!"
"That is it.
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