Your father was not at home.

He asked me there, you remember.

I introduced myself, therefore, and was politely received by your mother, who sent for Veronica.

She came in with an occupied air, her hands full of what I thought were herbs; but they were grasses, which she had been re-arranging, she said.
"'You know my sister ?' she asked, coming close, and looking at me with the most singular eyes that were ever on earth." He stopped a moment.
"Not like yours, in the least," he continued.

"'Cassandra is very handsome now, is she ?' "'Why, Veronica,' said your mother, 'you astonish Mr.Somers.' "'You are not astonished,' she said with vehemence, 'you are embarrassed.' "'Upon my soul I am,' I replied, feeling at ease as soon as I had said so.
"'Tell me, what has Cassandra been taught?
Is Rosville suited to her?
We are not.' "'Veronica!' said your mother again.
"'Mother," and she shook the grasses, and made a little snow fall round her; 'what shall I say then?
I am sure he knows Cassandra.