"But where in the world did you and aunt Catherine come
together?"
"And what call have ye to search into it?" said Miss
Cardigan's good-humoured voice. "I know a great many bodies,
callant, that you know not."
"I know this one though," said Thorold. "Miss Randolph — won't
you speak? for aunt Catherine is in no mood to let me. — Have
you two known each other long?"
"It seems long," I said. "It is not very long."
"Since before last summer?"
"Certainly!"
"If that's the date of _your_ acquaintanceship," said Miss
Cardigan, "we're auld friends to that. Is all well, Daisy?"
"All quite well, ma'am. I came to do a bit of study I wanted
in your books, and to have a nice time with you, besides."
"And here is this fellow in the way. But we cannot turn him
out, Daisy; he is going fast enough; on what errand, do you
think, is he bent?"
_I_ had not thought about it till that minute. Something, some
thread of the serious, in Miss Cardigan's voice made me look
suddenly at Thorold. He had turned his eyes away from me and
had bent them upon the fire, all merriment gone out of his
face too.
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