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'You will find her father a white-haired old man,' said my aunt, 'though a better man in all other respects - a reclaimed man. Neither will you find him measuring all human interests, and joys, and sorrows, with his one poor little inch-rule now. Trust me, child, such things must shrink very much, before they can be measured off in that way.' 'Indeed they must,' said I. 'You will find her,' pursued my aunt, 'as good, as beautiful, as earnest, as disinterested, as she has always been. If I knew higher praise, Trot, I would bestow it on her.' There was no higher praise for her; no higher reproach for me. Oh, how had I strayed so far away! 'If she trains the young girls whom she has about her, to be like herself,' said my aunt, earnest even to the filling of her eyes with tears, 'Heaven knows, her life will be well employed! Useful and happy, as she said that day! How could she be otherwise than useful and happy!' 'Has Agnes any -' I was thinking aloud, rather than speaking. 'Well? Hey? Any what?' said my aunt, sharply. 'Any lover,' said I. 'A score,' cried my aunt, with a kind of indignant pride. 'She might have married twenty times, my dear, since you have been gone!' 'No doubt,' said I. 'No doubt. But has she any lover who is worthy of her? Agnes could care for no other.' My aunt sat musing for a little while, with her chin upon her hand. Slowly raising her eyes to mine, she said: 'I suspect she has an attachment, Trot.' 'A prosperous one?' said I. 'Trot,' returned my aunt gravely, 'I can't say. I have no right to tell you even so much. She has never confided it to me, but I suspect it.' |
