“She is rich, though?”
“That’s it! rich, but made up of odds and ends, and but one eye to see with: a prelatic woman, too, seeking all things her own way.”
“And the man? Who is he?”
“He is a lawyer. Them gentry have their fingers in every pie, hot or cold. However, I’m wishing them nothing but good. Madame is a constant customer. Come, come, Christina, you are not going already?”
“I am hurried to-night. Mistress Kilgour. Mother is alone. Andrew is away to Greenock on business.”
“So you came back with Sophy. I am glad you did. There are some folks that are o’er ready to take charge of the girl, and some that seem to think she can take charge of herself. Oh, she knows fine what I mean!” And Miss Kilgour pointed her fore-finger at Sophy and shook her head until all the flowers in her cap and all the ringlets on her front hair dangled in unison.
Sophy had turned suddenly sulky and made no reply, and Miss Kilgour continued: “It is her way always, when she has been to your house, Christina. Whatever do you say to her? Is there anything agec between Andrew and herself? Last week and the week before, she came back from Pittendurie in a temper no saint could live with.”
“I’m so miserable. Aunt. I am miserable every hour of my life.”
“And you wouldn’t be happy unless you were miserable, Sophy. Don’t mind her talk, Christina. Young things in love don’t know what they want.”
“I am sick, Aunt.”