"But 'mamma' charmed—there's the puzzle."
"I'll tell you what mamma said when I told her. 'Depend upon it, my dear, such a choice will make the happiness of Miss Keeldar's life.'"
"I'll guess once, and no more. It is old Helstone. She is going to be your aunt."
"I'll tell my uncle; I'll tell Shirley!" cried Caroline, laughing gleefully. "Guess again, Robert; your blunders are charming."
"It is the parson—Hall."
"Indeed, no; he is mine, if you please."
"Yours! Ay, the whole generation of women in Briarfield seem to have made an idol of that priest. I wonder why; he is bald, sand-blind, gray-haired."
"Fanny will be here to fetch me before you have solved the riddle, if you don't make haste."
"I'll guess no more—I am tired; and then I don't care. Miss Keeldar may marry le grand Turc for me."
"Must I whisper?"