‘For a girl in her position, she was.’
‘Did you repeat her words to him?’
‘Some of them.’
‘What description of insolence?’
‘She spoke of his vanity....’
‘Proceed.’
‘It was more her manner to me, as the one of the two appearing as his friend. She was tolerably civil to Storchel: and the difference of behaviour must have been designed, for she not only looked at Storchel in a way to mark the difference, she addressed him rather eagerly before we turned on our heels, to tell him she would write to him, and let him have her reply in a letter. He will get some coquettish rigmarole.’
‘That seems monstrous!—if one could be astonished by her,’ said the baroness. ‘When is she to write?’
‘She may write: the letter will find no receiver,’ said Tresten, significantly raising his eyebrows. ‘The legal gentleman is gone—blown from a gun! He’s off home. He informed me that he should write to the General, throwing up his office, and an end to his share in the business.’
‘There was no rudeness to the poor man?’