"Yes," said Anne.
There was a long pause, and Anne picked off dry leaves and green promiscuously, threatening to demolish the bush.
"Anne," said Clayton, "how I wish you could see her!"
"I've heard of her," replied Anne, dryly, "through the Livingstons."
"And what have you heard?" said Clayton, eagerly.
"Not such things as I could wish, Edward; not such as I expected to hear of the lady that you would choose."
"And, pray, what have you heard? Out with it," said Clayton,—"let's know what the world says of her."
"Well, the world says," said Anne, "that she is a coquette, a flirt, a jilt. From all I've heard, I should think she must be an unprincipled girl."
"That is hard language, Anne."