Phillipa's eyes flashed fire at this heartless persiflage.
"There is no such luck."
"Can he dare to be indifferent? How you must hate him!"
"As I did you."
"And do still? Thank you. But I wish you joy. When is it to be?"
"I tell you there is absolutely nothing between us. Mr. Purling is, to the best of my belief, engaged already."
"Not with his mother's consent, surely? Why, then, has she made so much of you?"
"No; not with her consent; indeed, it is quite against her wish. Mrs. Purling as much as told me that if her son married this cousin he would be disinherited. They do not agree very well together now."
"It's all hers—the old woman's—in her own right?"
"So far as I know."