Wives and daughters : an every-day story . a distressed damsel. Don Quixote and Sancho Panza ? said she to herself as sheran lightly down Miss Brownings old-fashioned staircase. * Now, I dont think thats pretty of you, Phoebe, said MissBrowning in some displeasure, as soon as she was alone with hersister. , you convince me against my will, and make mevery unhappy; and I have to do unpleasant things, all becauseyouve made me believe that certain statements are true ; and thenyou turn round and cry, and say you dont believe a word of it all,making me out a regular ogre and backbiter. No !
Wives and daughters : an every-day story . a distressed damsel. Don Quixote and Sancho Panza ? said she to herself as sheran lightly down Miss Brownings old-fashioned staircase. * Now, I dont think thats pretty of you, Phoebe, said MissBrowning in some displeasure, as soon as she was alone with hersister. , you convince me against my will, and make mevery unhappy; and I have to do unpleasant things, all becauseyouve made me believe that certain statements are true ; and thenyou turn round and cry, and say you dont believe a word of it all,making me out a regular ogre and backbiter. No ! its of no shant listen to you. So she left Miss Phoebe in tears, and lockedherself up in her own room. Lady Harriet, meauAvhile, was riding homewards by her fathersside, apparently listening to all he chose to say, but in reality turningover the probabilities and possibilities that might account for thesestrange interviews between Molly and Mr. Preston. It was a caseof parkr de Vane et Von en voit les oreilles. At a turn in the road. MOLLY GIBSON FINDS A CHAMPION. 205 they saw Mr. Preston a little way before them, coming towardsthem on his good horse, point device, in his riding attire. The earl, in his thread-bare coat, and on his old brown cob,called out cheerfully,— Aha! heres Preston. Good-day to you. I was just wantingto ask you about that slip of pasture-land on the Home Brickkill wants to plough it up and crop it. Its not twoacres at the best. While they were talking over this bit of land, Lady Harrietcame to her resolution. As soon as her father had finished, shesaid,— Mr. Preston, perhaps you will allow me to ask you one or twoquestions to relieve my mind, for I am in some little perj)lexity atpresent. Certainly; I shall only be too happy to give you any informa-tion in my power. But the moment after he had made this politespeech, he recollected Mollys speech—that she would refer her caseto Lady Harriet. But the letters had been returned, and the
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