"Well," she said, half pouting and half crying, "I must marry some one this season—both mamma and auntie say so—and I can't marry Ned."
"Ned Hardcash? You don't mean to say he was spooney on you?"
"Yes he was, but I told him he was too poor."
"You are very reasonable, Eva."
"You need not talk that way. Mamma would not hear of it. I could not let him ask her, for she would have been so angry, and she and auntie would have scolded me; and you don't know how fearfully auntie can abuse one when she begins."
"How did Ned take your answer?"
"Oh, he just went away, and did not care a bit, and I have not seen him since."
"He did not care?" thinking I now had the clew to Ned's savage manner for the week past. "When did it happen?"
"I can't exactly remember: it was soon after we took the parlor. Auntie would not let me invite him there, and he got angry and jealous of Mr. Todd, who was with me all the time, and—"
"But that showed he loved you, don't you think so?"