‘What a good thing!’ thought both sisters, looking into each other’s eyes and auguring well for the future.
All were anxious to hear the result of Maura’s walk, and Gillian set out in the morning on a voyage of discovery with a glass of jelly for Mrs. White; but all she could learn was that the great man had been very kind to Maura, though he had not come in, at which Gillian was indignant.
‘Men are often shy of going near sickness and sorrow,’ said her aunt Ada. ‘You did not hear what they talked about?’
‘No; Maura was at school, and Kally is a bad person to pump.’
‘I should like to pump Mr. White,’ was Aunt Jane’s comment.
‘If I could meet him again,’ said Aunt Ada, ‘I feel sure he would tell me.’
Her sister laughed a little, so well did she know that little half-conscious, half-gratified tone of assumption of power over the other sex; but Miss Adeline proved to be right. Nay, Mr. White actually called in the raw cold afternoon, which kept her in when every one else was out. He came for the sake of telling her that he was much pleased with the little girl—a pretty creature, and simple and true, he really believed. Quite artlessly, in answer to his inquiries, she had betrayed that her eldest brother never helped them. ‘Oh no! Mamma was always getting all the money she could to send to him, because he must keep up appearances at his office at Leeds, and live like a gentleman, and it did not signify about Kalliope and Alexis doing common work.’
‘That’s one matter cleared up,’ rejoiced Jane. ‘It won’t be brought up against them now.’
‘And then it seems he asked the child about her sister’s lovers.’
‘Oh!’