“You would be taken for an angel in good earnest,” said Lord Elmwood.
Sandford was angry at this little compliment, and cried, “I should think the serpent’s skin would be much more characteristic.”
“My Lord,” cried she, “does not Mr. Sandford use me ill?” Vext with other things, she felt herself extremely hurt at this, and made the appeal almost in tears.
“Indeed, I think he does.” And he looked at Sandford as if he was displeased.
This was a triumph so agreeable to her, that she immediately pardoned the offence; but the offender did not so easily pardon her.
“Good morning, ladies,” said Lord Elmwood, rising to go away.
“My Lord,” said Miss Woodley, “you promised Miss Milner to accompany her one evening to the opera; this is opera night.”
“Will you go, my Lord?” asked Miss Milner, in a voice so soft, that he seemed as if he wished, but could not resist it.
“I am to dine at Mr. Fenton’s to-day,” he replied; “and if he and his sister will go, and you will allow them part of your box, I will promise to come.”
This was a condition by no means acceptable to her; but as she felt a desire to see him in company of his intended bride, (for she fancied she could perceive his secret sentiments, could she once see them together) she answered not ungraciously, “Yes, my compliments to Mr. and Miss Fenton, and I hope they will favour me with their company.”