‘How exactly like him!’
‘How highly he does esteem you!’ said Annette; ‘but if he thinks me like you he would find his mistake. After what you told me—so soon! Oh, I wish it had not happened! Violet, do tell me what to do.’
‘I don’t think any one can advise in a matter like this.’
‘Oh! don’t say so, Violet; you know the people, and I don’t. Pray say something.’
‘He is a most excellent, admirable person,’ said Violet, in an unmeaning tone.
‘Yes, I know that, but—’
‘Really, I think nothing but your own feeling should decide.’
‘Ah! you did not hesitate when you were asked!’ said Annette, sighing; and Violet at once blushed, smiled, and sighed, as she spoke her quick conscious ‘No, no!’
‘Such a romance cannot always be expected,’ said Annette, a little mournfully. ‘He is everything estimable, in spite of his oddness. But then, this affair—so recent! Violet’ (impatiently), ‘what DO you think? what do you wish?’
‘What I wish? To have my own Annette near me. For two such people to belong to each other! Don’t you know what I like? But the question is what you wish.’