I believe, though, papa has met her before, or knows something about her in some way; but he never says any thing to us on the subject." This was all that could be got out of Cornelia upon the topic of Abbie, and Mrs.Vanderplauck was obliged to swallow whatever uneasiness, curiosity, or misgiving she may have felt.

In the midst of an exhortation to her young guest to repeat her visit daily to the boudoir, and regale her auntie with anecdotes of the dear old, interesting people in the village, Abbie and all, some one of the young ladies knocked at the door, and hurried Miss Valeyon off, without her having asked, as she had intended, for an explanation of the puzzling, metaphorical allusions.
Mrs.Vanderplanck, left to herself, rocked backward and forward in her chair, with her hands clasped over her forehead, much in the way that an insane person might have done.
"Who'd have thought it! who'd have thought it! In the very village--in the very house--of all places in the world!--in the very house!--and he laid up--can't be moved--can't be taken away.

Why didn't I know ?--why didn't I find out ?--careless--stupid--thoughtless! Curse the woman! couldn't I have imagined that she'd never be far away from her dear professor--and we sent him there--we hid him away--we disguised his name--college was too public for him--let him finish his education in the country--and then we could escape away--to Germany--France--anywhere--and carry all the money with us--all the money!--half for me, and half for him!--and what'll become of it now?
Curse the woman! I knew she couldn't be dead.

But she sha'n't have the money--no! she sha'n't, she sha'n't! "Is it possible, now ?--could it be that that girl was deceiving me?
Did she know the woman's name, after all ?--no, no! she hasn't the face for it--no hypocrite in her yet--not yet, not yet! Well, but what if it's all a mistake ?--Why not a mistake?
why not ?--tell me that! Plenty of women called Abbie, aren't there?
Why shouldn't this be one of them--one of the others?
No, but the professor had known her before--oh, yes!--known her before! and there's only one Abbie that the professor knew before! Curse her--curse her! "Well, what if she is there?
how will she know _him_?
The professor won't tell her--he can't--he dare not tell her!--for I made him promise he wouldn't, and I've got his promise, written down--written down!--Ah! that was smart--that was smart! Yes, but the boy looks like his father!--that'll betray him!--she'll know him by that--know him?
well, just as bad--yes, and worse too, in the end--worse! Oh! curse her! "Never mind.

I know how to manage.