'
'Nay, but that would be so utterly uncongenial to a grave, reserved,
intellectual girl, brought up as Dolores has been.'
'Don't trust to that! Dolores is an interesting orphan, and the notice
of a grown-up young lady is so flattering that it carries off a great
deal of folly.'
'Well, Jenny, I must think about it. I hope I have done no harm by
allowing the friendship--the only indulgence she has seemed to wish
for; and I am afraid checking it would only alienate he still more!
Poor Maurice, when he is trusting and hoping in vain!'
'Three year is a long time, Lily; and you have no had three months of
her yet--'
The door opened at that moment for the afternoon tea, which was earlier
than usual, to follow of Miss Mohun's reaching the station in time for
her train. Lady Merrifield was to drive her, and it was the turn of
Dolores to go out, so that she shared the refection instead of waiting
for gouter. In the midst the Miss Hackets were announced, and there
were exclamations of great joy at the sight of Miss Mohun; as she and
Miss Hacket flew upon each other, and to the very last moment,
discussed the all-engrossing subject of G.F.S. politics.
Nevertheless, while Miss Mohun was hurrying on her sealskin in her
sister's room, she found an opportunity of saying, 'Take care, Lily, I
saw a note pass between those two.'
'My dear Jenny, how could you? You were going on the whole time about
cards and premiums and associates. Oh! yes, I know a peacock or a lynx
is nothing to you, but how was it possible? Why, I was making talk to
Constance all along, and trying to make Dolly speak of her father's
letter.
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