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‘Oh, Walter, how you talk!’ cried Milicent; ‘she has far more pieces than you still.’ ‘I intend to give you some trouble yet,’ said I; ‘and perhaps, sir, you will find yourself checkmated before you are aware. Look to your queen.’ The combat deepened. The game was a long one, and I did give him some trouble: but he was a better player than I. ‘What keen gamesters you are!’ said Mr.
I should not mind if his lordship were to see fit to intoxicate himself every day: I should only the sooner be rid of him.’ ‘Oh, Annabella!’ cried Milicent. ‘How can you say such wicked things!
Milicent has just looked in to ask me how I was. I told her I was better, but to excuse my appearance admitted I had had a restless night. I wish this day were over! I shudder at the thoughts of going down to breakfast. How shall I encounter them all?
"She's thirty-six," came the scrupulous correction. "You don't mean it? And a blonde!" "Oh, I know it's so. We were classmates in the seminary. Besides, her Milicent is a year and two months older than my Georgie, who will be thirteen in October, and when Milicent was born her mother was twenty-two." "She says she feels twenty-two now."
He had two ladies staying with him: his niece Annabella, a fine dashing girl, or rather young woman,—of some five-and-twenty, too great a flirt to be married, according to her own assertion, but greatly admired by the gentlemen, who universally pronounced her a splendid woman; and her gentle cousin, Milicent Hargrave, who had taken a violent fancy to me, mistaking me for something vastly better than I was.
I thought so, at least, when I saw how they talked and laughed, and glanced across the table, to the neglect and evident umbrage of their respective neighbours—and afterwards, as the gentlemen joined us in the drawing-room, when she, immediately upon his entrance, loudly called upon him to be the arbiter of a dispute between herself and another lady, and he answered the summons with alacrity, and decided the question without a moment’s hesitation in her favour—though, to my thinking, she was obviously in the wrong—and then stood chatting familiarly with her and a group of other ladies; while I sat with Milicent Hargrave at the opposite end of the room, looking over the latter’s drawings, and aiding her with my critical observations and advice, at her particular desire.
Wilmot is to bring his niece and her cousin Milicent. I suppose my aunt thinks the latter will benefit me by her society, and the salutary example of her gentle deportment and lowly and tractable spirit; and the former I suspect she intends as a species of counter-attraction to win Mr. Huntingdon’s attention from me.
‘Confound you, Madam!’ muttered he, with a stare of stupid amazement at my ‘impudence.’ ‘It was not that—was it, Milicent?’ She was silent. ‘Come, speak up, child!’ ‘I can’t tell now,’ sobbed she. ‘But you can say “yes” or “no” as well as “I can’t tell.”—Come!’ ‘Yes,’ she whispered, hanging her head, and blushing at the awful acknowledgment.
Covertly tearing away the leaf, she crumpled it up and put it in the fire, and then employed herself in turning over the pages of the book, and, really or apparently, perusing its contents. In a little while Milicent announced it her intention to repair to the nursery, and asked if I would accompany her. ‘Annabella will excuse us,’ said she; ‘she’s busy reading.’
‘Because you are so superior to him in every way, and there’s something so bold and reckless about him—so, I don’t know how—but I always feel a wish to get out of his way when I see him approach.’ ‘You are timid, Milicent; but that’s no fault of his.’
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