Now that was a rather odd thing, and a very disrespectful thing to myself, not to tell me they had met before, I certainly have a right to be displeased.

Don't you feel it so, Maria ?" Whether she did or not, Maria only answered with her usual deprecatory smile.
"There is another curious circumstance, now I recall it.

Sir Edwin showed great surprise, which, indeed, I could scarcely wonder at, when I told him--( I forget how it happened, but I know I was somehow obliged to tell him)--who it was your brother had married--Miss Oakley, the organist's daughter." "Don't you think," said Aunt Maria, with a sudden sparkle of intelligence, "it might have been her father he was acquainted with?
Sir Edwin is so very musical himself that it is not unlikely he should seek the company of musicians.

As for Christian "-- simple as she was, Aunt Maria had not lived fifty years in the world, and twenty with Miss Gascoigne, without some small acuteness--"I can see, of course, how very bad it would have been for poor Christian to have any acquaintance among young gownsmen, and especially with a person like Sir Edwin Uniacke." "He is no worse than his neighbors, and I beg you will make no remarks upon him," said Miss Gascoigne, with dignity.

"As to Mrs.
Grey--" "Perhaps," again suggested Aunt Maria, appealingly, "perhaps it isn't true.