"
"Marian," said she. "Step here a moment, I want to say a word to
you."
"Yes, aunt Sarah," said Marian, following her aunt into a corner, not
quite in the best humour in the world; for she had a dread of some
further interference.
"Are you going to dance with Maurice to-night?"
"Yes, I believe so,--the first quadrille."
"Well, what I was going to say is this. I don't want you to dance
many quick dances to-night, for a reason I have;--that is, not a
great many."
"Why, aunt, what nonsense!"
"Now my dearest, dearest girl, it is all for your own sake. Well,
then, it must out. He does not like it, you know."
"What he?"
"Maurice."
"Well, aunt, I don't know that I'm bound to dance or not to dance
just as Mr. Cumming may like. Papa does not mind my dancing. The
people have come here to dance and you can hardly want to make me
ridiculous by sitting still." And so that wise word did not appear
to be very sweet.
And then the amusement of the evening commenced, and Marian stood up
for a quadrille with her lover. She however was not in the very best
humour.
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