“No; there’s nothing very wrong. It is not exactly about anything being wrong. I hardly know how to tell you what it is.”
And then she paused, and he could see by the light of the candle in his hand that she blushed.
“Hadn’t you better speak to your aunt?” said Mr. Granger.
“That’s what I meant to do when I got up,” said Nora; “but as I have met you, if you don’t mind——”
He assured her that he did not mind, and putting his hand upon her shoulder caressingly, promised her any assistance in his power.
“I’m not afraid that you will ask anything I ought not to do for you.”
Then she revealed to him her scheme, turning her face away from him as she spoke. “It will be so horrid,” she said, “to have a great box of finery coming home when you are all giving up everything for the poor people. And if you don’t think it would be wrong——”
“It can’t be wrong,” said her uncle. “It may be a question whether it would be wise.”
“I mean wrong to him. If it was to be any other clergyman, I should be ashamed of it. But as you are to marry us——”
“I don’t think you need mind about the clergyman.”