'A wedding!' Rollo repeated. 'Is she to be in that too?'
'Of course,' said Mrs. Bywank. 'And she said she tried ever so hard to get a ticket for me—that I might see her dressed up. But Madame would not. So said I, "Miss Wych, I would rather not see you in that dress, till it's the real thing."
' "O—take what you can get," she said, running the needle into her finger and making a great fuss about it.
' "My dear," I said, "marriage is much too sacred a thing, in my judgment, to be turned into a frolic."
' "Well I didn't want to do it," she said, a little sober; "but Madame would not let me off." '
'Well?—' said Rollo, with a short breath, as the old lady again paused.
' "But Miss Wych," I said, "are you to act that with Captain
Lancaster?"
'So she flamed out at that, and asked me if I thought she would?
' "Well," said I, "for my part, I don't understand how any young lady who expects to be married"—but she put her hand right over my mouth.
' "Now Byo, stop!" she said. "You know you are talking of me— not of other young ladies."