“Not that I wish to be that kind,” said Virginia, meditatively,—“to take London by storm, and keep a man dangling for years.”
“But he got her in the end,” said the Colonel. “Where did you hear all this?” he asked.
“Uncle Daniel told me. He has Richard Carvel's diary.”
“And a very honorable record it is,” exclaimed the Colonel. “Jinny, we shall read it together when we go a-visiting to Culvert House. I remember the old gentleman as well as if I had seen him yesterday.”
Virginia appeared thoughtful.
“Pa,” she began, “Pa, did you ever see the pearls Dorothy Carvel wore on her wedding day? What makes you jump like that? Did you ever see them?”
“Well, I reckon I did,” replied the Colonel, gazing at her steadfastly.
“Pa, Uncle Daniel told me that I was to have that necklace when I was old enough.”
“Law!” said the Colonel, fidgeting, “your Uncle Daniel was just fooling you.”
“He's a bachelor,” said Virginia; “what use has he got for it?”