“She asks no better. There, unless you stop me, I shall speak to her.”
“Well, well,” said Henry, very wearily.
Mrs. Little went to the door.
“Wait a moment,” said he. “How about Uncle Raby? He has been a good friend to me. I have offended him once, and it was the worst job I ever did. I won't offend him again.”
“How can you offend him by marrying Jael?”
“What, have you forgotten how angry he was when Mr. Richard Raby proposed to her? There, I'll go and speak to him.”
“Well, do.”
He was no sooner gone than Mrs. Little stepped into Jael's room, and told her how matters stood.
Jael looked dismayed, and begged her on no account to proceed: “For,” said she, “if Mr. Henry was to ask me, I should say No. He would always be hankering after Miss Carden: and, pray don't be angry with me, but I think I'm worth a man's whole heart; for I could love one very dearly, if he loved me.”
Mrs. Little was deeply mortified. “This I did NOT expect,” said she. “Well, if you are all determined to be miserable—BE.”