"How do you do, my dear ?" said she, with an insulting tone.

"And so the little dear thought itself cunning enough to outwit me, did it?
Oh, it was a sly little gipsy! Go, go back, love; troop!" Emily felt deeply the trick that was played upon her.

She sighed, but disdained to return any answer to this low vulgarity.

Being once more in her chamber, she sat down in a chair, and remained buried in reverie for more than two hours.

After this she went to her drawers, and turned over, in a hurrying confused way, her linen and clothes, having in her mind the provision it would be necessary to make for her elopement.