Miss Margland raised her head triumphantly. This was precisely such a circumstance as she flattered herself would prove decisive.
The Baronet, equally pleased, returned her nod of congratulation, and nodding himself towards Edgar, said; 'you're blown, you see! but what matters secrets about nothing? which, Lord help me, I never knew how to keep.'
Edgar was now still more disconcerted, and, from mere distress what to say or do, bid Jacob go on.
'Why then, they said a deal more, how pretty she was, he continued, but they did not know how it would turn out, for the young lady was so much admired, that her husband had need look sharp after her; and if—'
'What complete impertinence!' cried Edgar, walking about the room; 'I really can listen no longer.'
'If he had done wisely, says the lady of the house, he would have left the professed beauty, and taken that pretty Camilla.'
Edgar surprized, stopt short; this seemed to him less impertinent.
'Camilla is a charming creature, says she; though she may want a little watching too; but so does every thing that is worth having.'
That woman does not want discernment, thought Edgar, nor she does not want taste.—I can never totally dislike her, if she does such justice to Camilla.
He now again invited Jacob to proceed; but Indiana, with a pouting lip, walked out of the room, and Miss Margland said, there was not need to be hearing him all night.