With no shamefacedness, no foolish consciousness, she went down among them with Morris' ring upon her finger. She would as soon have been ashamed to say that an angel had spoken to her. Perhaps she was not a modern school-girl, perhaps she was as old-fashioned as Miss Prudence herself.
XXIV.
JUST AS IT OUGHT TO BE.
"I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well."—Goldsmith.
"Prudence!"
"Well, John," she returned, as he seemed to hesitate.
"Have we arranged everything?"
"Everything! And you have been home three hours."
"Three and a half, if you please; it is now six o'clock."
"Then the tea-bell will ring."