"How well I recollect all the people," said Brooke; "Sir Peter, and old Mrs. MacHugh, and Mrs. Powel, who then used to be called the beautiful Miss Noel. And I remember every bit of furniture in the room."
"Nothing changed except the old woman, Brooke," said Miss Stanbury.
"Upon my word, you are the least changed of all,—except that you don't seem to be so terrible as you were then."
"Was I very terrible, Brooke?"
"My mother had told me, I fancy, that I was never to make a noise, and be sure not to break any of the china. You were always very good-natured, and when you gave me a silver watch I could hardly believe the extent of my own bliss."
"You wouldn't care about a watch from an old woman now, Brooke?"
"You try me. But what rakes you are here! It's past eleven o'clock, and I must go and have a smoke."
"Have a what?" said Miss Stanbury, with a startled air.
"A smoke. You needn't be frightened; I don't mean in the house."
"No;—I hope you don't mean that."