“Yes; he says, any way, his object is to be near Miss Williams. Well, I cannot think how it is to end, so near the title as he is, and her sister a governess, and then that dreadful business about her brother, and the little girl upon her hands. Dear me, I wish Fanny had any one else for a governess.”
“So do not I,” said Rachel. “I have the greatest possible admiration for Ermine Williams, and I do not know which I esteem most, her for her brave, cheerful, unrepining unselfishness, or him for his constancy and superiority to all those trumpery considerations. I am glad to have the watching of them. I honour them both.”
Yes, and Rachel honoured herself still more for being able to speak all this freely and truly out of the innermost depths of her candid heart.
CHAPTER XIV. THE GOWANBRAE BALL.
“Your honour’s pardon,
I’d rather have my wounds to heal again,
Than hear say how I got them.”—Coriolanus.
“Yes, I go the week after next.”
“So soon? I thought you were to stay for our ball.”
“Till this time next year! No, no, I can’t quite do that, thank you.”
“This very winter.”