We shall have time enough to-morrow, however, to ask
questions. I like her very much, I know.'
'And I think,' said Milly, 'it is to Mr. Carysbroke she's to be married.'
'Do you?' said I, remembering that he had sat beside her for more than a
quarter of an hour after tea in very close and low-toned conversation; 'and
have you any particular reason?' I asked.
'Well, I heard her once or twice call him "dear," and she called him his
Christian name, just like Lady Knollys did--Ilbury, I think--and I saw him
gi' her a sly kiss as she was going up-stairs.'
I laughed.
'Well, Milly,' I said, 'I remarked something myself, I thought, like
confidential relations; but if you really saw them kiss on the staircase,
the question is pretty well settled.'
'Ay, lass.'
'You're not to say _lass_.'
'Well, _Maud, then_. I did see them with the corner of my eye, and my back
turned, when they did not think I could spy anything, as plain as I see you
now.'
I laughed again; but I felt an odd pang--something of
mortification--something of regret; but I smiled very gaily, as I stood
before the glass, un-making my toilet preparatory to bed.
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