'
Decision was not with me an intellectual process. When quite cool I was the
most undecided of mortals, but once my feelings were excited I was prompt
and bold.
'I'll give the note to Uncle Silas,' I said, quickening my pace toward
home; 'he'll know what to do.'
But Milly, who, I fancy, had no objection to the little romance which the
young officer proposed, told me that she could not see her father, that he
was ill, and not speaking to anyone.
'And arn't ye making a plaguy row about nothin'? I lay a guinea if ye had
never set eyes on Lord Ilbury you'd a told him to come, and see ye, an'
welcome.'
'Don't talk like a fool, Milly. You never knew me do anything deceitful.
Lord Ilbury has no more to do with it, you know very well, than the man in
the moon.'
I was altogether very indignant. I did not speak another word to Milly. The
proportions of the house are so great, that it is a much longer walk than
you would suppose from the hall-door to Uncle Silas's room. But I did not
cool all that way; and it was not till I had just reached the lobby,
and saw the sour, jealous face, and high caul of old Wyat, and felt the
influence of that neighbourhood, that I paused to reconsider.
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