Letty broke into a merry laugh.
“Well, you are a Job’s comforter!”
“Never over-exert yourself to please; your husband’s imagination may endow you with great gifts.”
“And when I am found to be merely a silly, inexperienced little chit of seventeen?”
“Oh, experience will come fast enough. I want you to promise me one thing.”
“I will promise you anything you like,” said Letty recklessly.
“Then if you are in any trouble or difficulty come to me—whatever you tell me, will be sacred, and as an old stager, if I may call myself so, I can advise you what to do, and what not to do.”
“I can promise you this with all my heart, and I would a thousand times rather come to you than to Aunt Dorothy,” and her delicate lips trembled. “She has always been so cold to me.”
“Well, at any rate, she is immensely proud of you now, my dear. You know she is a typical, strong-willed sort of person, who lies awake at night thinking of what is for everyone’s good. She cannot concentrate on one individual.”
“Yes, and at present she is thinking day and night about the wedding preparations: Uncle has given two hundred pounds to spend on my trousseau, and aunt is choosing it; but I have been allowed to have a say in my wedding dress. I’m sure I don’t know how we shall squeeze all the congregation into the church.”