“She gave me five guineas!” said Aurelia exultingly. “She said Mr. Wayland wished to recompense me.”
“Did he so? If it came from him I should have expected a more liberal sum.”
“But, oh!” in a tone of infinite surprise and content, “this is more than I ever thought of. Indeed I never dreamt of her giving me anything. Sir, may I write to your bookseller, Mr. Tonson, and order a book of Mr. James Thomson’s Seasons to give to my sister Harriet, who is delighted with the extracts I have copied for her?”
“Will not that consume a large proportion of the five guineas, my generous friend?”
“I have enough left. There is a new gown which I never have worn, which will serve for the new clothes my Lady spoke of to receive her son’s bride.”
“She entered on that subject then?”
“Only for a moment as she took leave. Oh, sir, is it possible that she can know all about this young lady?”
“What have you heard of her?”
“Sir, they say she is a dreadful little vixen.”
“Who say? Is she known at Carminster?”