“You don’t know her,” said Mr. Hurst.
“What is she like?”
“I can’t describe her very well,” said Mr. Hurst. “I can only say she’s the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I think that’s what made me take to her. And she’s easily pleased. She liked the things I have been buying for the house tremendously.”
“Did she?” said Miss Garland, with a gasp.
“All except that pair of vases you chose,” continued the veracious Mr. Hurst. “She says they are in bad taste, but she can give them to the charwoman.”
“Oh!” said the girl. “Oh, indeed! Very kind of her. Isn’t there anything else she doesn’t like?”
Mr. Hurst stood considering.
“She doesn’t like the upholstering of the best chairs,” he said at last. “She thinks they are too showy, so she’s going to put covers over them.”
There was a long pause, during which Mr. Mott, taking his niece gently by the arm, assisted her to a chair.
“Otherwise she is quite satisfied,” concluded Mr. Hurst.