It never rains but it pours, and offers now came by the dozen.
Mrs. Calverley received a number of little notes, the writers whereof begged permission to wait upon her, intimating that they had an important matter to lay before her, and at the same time making some slight reference to Mildred, that left her no doubt as to their object.
Before replying to any of them, she consulted Mildred; and, having ascertained her sentiments, agreed to see a couple of them on a particular day, and within half an hour of each other.
On the appointed day she was alone in the drawing-room, seated in an easy-chair, and wondering who would appear first, when Mr. Vernon Brook was announced by Norris.
Mr. Vernon Brook belonged to a good old family, but was a younger son.
Dark, sallow-complexioned, and long-visaged, he piqued himself upon having a Vandyke face. To assist the expression, he scrupulously shaved his cheeks, and cultivated a pointed beard.
He had ridden over from his father's place, which was about ten miles off, and arrived in very good spirits, deeming himself sure of success.
Mrs. Calverley received him very graciously, and begged him to be seated. After a few words had passed between them, he came to the point.
“I've a question to ask you, my dear Mrs. Calverley, which I hope you will be able to answer in the affirmative. Your daughter—step-daughter, I ought to say—is a very charming girl, and I want to know if I have your permission to pay my addresses to her?”
He said this in a very easy manner, and as if quite certain the response would be favourable.