But I know very well, whatever Emily may say, that Dick will make me do just as he likes.

I am sure I shall have to practise those quire boys of his, and they will bawl in my ears and call me teacher." So thinking, Liz allowed herself to drift towards matrimony without enthusiasm, but with a general notion that, as most people were married sooner or later, no doubt matrimony was the proper thing and the best thing on the whole.

"And I shall certainly go through with it, now I have promised," she further reflected, "for it would never do for another of us to behave badly just at the last." It was the last week in March, and Laura was loitering through the garden one morning before breakfast, when Mrs.Melcombe came out to her in some excitement with a note in her hand, which had been sent on from the inn, and which set forth that Mr.Brandon, having business in that immediate neighbourhood, would, if agreeable to her, do himself the pleasure of calling some time that morning.

He added that he had brought a book for Miss Melcombe from his sister.
"I have sent to the inn," said Mrs.Melcombe, "to beg that he will come on here to breakfast." Laura had been gathering a bunch of violets, and she rushed up-stairs and put them into her hair.

Then in a great hurry she changed her toilette, and, after ascertaining that the guest had arrived, she came languidly into the breakfast-room, a straw-hat hanging by its strings from her arm, and filled with primroses and other flowers.