“Why, Helen! what have you been doing so long? I came to tell you my good fortune,” she continued, regardless of Rachel’s presence. “Lord Lowborough has proposed, and I have been graciously pleased to accept him. Don’t you envy me, dear?”
“No, love,” said I—“or him either,” I mentally added. “And do you like him, Annabella?”
“Like him! yes, to be sure—over head and ears in love!”
“Well, I hope you’ll make him a good wife.”
“Thank you, my dear! And what besides do you hope?”
“I hope you will both love each other, and both be happy.”
“Thanks; and I hope you will make a very good wife to Mr. Huntingdon!” said she, with a queenly bow, and retired.
“Oh, Miss! how could you say so to her!” cried Rachel.
“Say what?” replied I.
“Why, that you hoped she would make him a good wife. I never heard such a thing!”