Edward might have roughed it well enough there, but it would never have done for you." "It was very kind of Erminia," said Maggie, touched at this consideration of her friend; "but..." "Now don't 'but' about it," interrupted he.

"Erminia is very rich, and has more money than she knows what to do with.

I'm only vexed I did not think of if myself.

For Maggie, though I may have my own ways of thinking on some points, I can't be blind to your goodness." All evening Mr.Buxton was busy, and busy on their behalf.

Even Edward, when he saw the attention that was being paid to his physical comfort, felt a kind of penitence; and after choking once or twice in the attempt, conquered his pride (such I call it for want of a better word) so far as to express some regret for his past conduct, and some gratitude for Mr.
Buxton's present kindness.