“Then do as I tell you exactly. Do you hear?”
“I’ll try, aunt.”
“Try? You must. Now, then: Did he speak to you?”
“Yes, aunt.”
“What did he say? Come, speak, child!”
“He asked me who I was, aunt; and what I had come for.”
“Of course, you silly little thing. There, no more tears. It’s dreadful treatment, isn’t it, to make you go in and attend to him a little?”
“Please, aunt, I don’t mind that,” said the girl.
“No, I should think not, indeed,” said Mrs Lloyd. “He’s an ogre to look at, isn’t he?”
“No, aunt, I think he’s a fine, handsome man.”