She did not regret them very much, and it was
not in her nature to be bitter; but still all those little touches about
Mr. Prosper were pleasant to her, and were, of course, unpleasant to the
Annesleys. Then, it will be said, she should not have come to partake of
a breakfast in Mr. Annesley's dining-room. That is a matter of taste,
and perhaps Miss Thoroughbung's taste was not altogether refined.
Joe's speech came to an end, and with it his aunt's remarks. But as she
left the room she said a few words to Mr. Annesley. "Don't suppose that
I am angry,--not in the least; certainly not with you or Harry. I'd do
him a good turn to-morrow if I could; and so, for the matter of that, I
would to his uncle. But you can't expect but what a woman should have
her feelings and express them." Mr. Annesley, on the other hand, thought
it strange that a woman in such a position should express her feelings.
Then at last came the departure. Molly was taken up into her mother's
room and cried over for the last time. "I know that I'm an old fool!"
"Oh, mamma! now, dearest mamma!"
"A good husband is the greatest blessing that God can send a girl, and I
do think that he is good and sterling."
"He is, mamma,--he is. I know he is.
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