Miss Cardigan laughed a short laugh.
"Troth, he's no right, being young himself, we may say. You are safe for his liking, my bonnie Daisy. But - your father and mother, my dear?"
"Yes, Miss Cardigan."
"What will their word be?"
"I do not know, ma'am."
"You will tell them, Daisy?"
This was very disagreeable to me. I had thought over these things, and made up my mind; but to outline on canvass, as it were, and put in full depth of shadow, all the images of opposition real and possible that might rise in my way - which I knew might rise, - I liked not to do it. Still Miss Cardigan had reason; and when she repeated, "You will tell them at once?" I answered,
"No, Miss Cardigan; I think not."
"When, then, will you tell them?" she said shortly.
"I think I will not tell them at all. I will wait, till -"