Richard.
What did she tell you?
Lydia.
She said—“It will end where it began!”
Richard.
[With a laugh, though his eyes are troubled.] Was she referring to my Greek? That ended where it began!
Lydia.
[Seriously, as they pass through the open door into the little parlor.] Mamma thought it meant my marriage! She consulted the Vicar, but he was too highly educated to believe in such “nonsense,” he called it! And I was always so happy—in spite of sister Eliza’s being so much prettier than me—don’t you think so, Richard?
Richard.
[Indignantly.] Eliza! Flibbertigibbets! Why, you’re the prettiest girl in the world! [Turning her to the tall mirror at the side of the room.] There! See for yourself——!