“In my carriage? I dare say it was Ria. She went to Piccadilly this morning about some jewels.”
“She reminded me of Aspatria.”
“Have you brought back with you that 219 old trouble? I have no mind to hear more of it.”
“Who is the lady I saw this morning?”
“She is the sister of the man I am going to marry. In four months she will be my sister.”
“What is her name?”
“That is to tell you my secret, sir.”
“I saw you throwing your enchantments over some soldier. I knew just how the poor fellow felt.”
“Then you also have been in Arcadia. Be thankful for your past blessings. I do not expect you to rejoice with me; none of the apostolic precepts are so hard as that which bids us rejoice with those who do rejoice.”
“Neither Elizabeth nor you have ever named Aspatria in your letters.”