The Bridgnorth excursion was at once negatived by Miss Boscawen.
"Oh, sister, going to Bridgnorth! Mercy! who do we know in Bridgnorth, brother?"
"My wife wishes it, Tabitha."
"Oh mercy, brother, what a foolish wish! Eleven miles' drive, and a day spent in Bridgnorth!—what for, sister?"
"I always admired Bridgnorth, Tabitha, and I want to show my babe. I have set my heart upon displaying my babe."
"Oh, sister, mercy! I can't think a drive to Bridgnorth can do you any good. No, stay at home, sister."
"Mr. Boscawen has no objection, Tabitha. Have you, dear Mr. Boscawen?"
"Oh, but, brother, what nonsense! the child will be sick, and sister will be so tired! Don't go to Bridgnorth, sister: let us spend a day at Hawkstone next week."
"I have set my heart upon Bridgnorth," said Isabel, throwing an appealing glance to her husband.