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“Oh, is that all?” said the daring sister, wheeling back to the glass. “Don’t you worry; I’ll soon take that out of him.” But Kate’s indifference had never lessened her young sister’s awe of her prospective brother-in-law.
That night she wept herself to sleep thinking of it, while Julia, secretly exulting in her sister’s uneasiness, laughed at her for her foolishness, and said, "It was probably a mere fancy, and even if it were not; what matter was it? What did she care for Mr. Miller’s good or bad opinion?
She raised her eyebrows at that but she looked at me at the same time so kindly, as much as to say, ‘Don’t trust much to that, my dear girl,’ that I couldn’t help taking up her hand, soft as down, and kissing it. She took it away pretty quick but she was not offended. But she only said, ‘That’s very generous on your sister’s part,’ in a way that made me run cold all over.
That she was vexed over her bridegroom’s arrival neither of the two witnesses could doubt. It stung her sister with a deep pity for David. He was not getting as much in Kate as he was giving. But there was no time for such thoughts, besides Marcia was trembling from head to foot, partly with her own daring, partly with wrath at her sister’s words.
Suddenly the door opened and a creature of wondrous, dazzling beauty appeared. It was Julia, in her bridal robe. She would fain have her sister’s blessing ere she descended to the parlor.
There was something in her sister’s manner which she could not define, and as Julia seemed anxious to avoid her, she spent much of her time with Mrs. Miller, who each day grew fonder of her little "Kentucky sister," as she often called her in imitation of her brother. Meanwhile Julia spent all her leisure hours with Mrs. Carrington, to whom she confided her feelings and wishes. Mrs.
This was the first time he had ventured to come within its inclosure since I had been left alone, without the sanction of his mother’s or sister’s company, or at least the excuse of a message from them.
Only think,’ she continued, turning to the confounded Rose, ‘what a fool the man must be!’ ‘And who gave you this piece of intelligence, Miss Eliza?’ said I, interrupting my sister’s exclamations. ‘I had it from a very authentic source.’ ‘From whom, may I ask?’ ‘From one of the servants at Woodford.’ ‘Oh! I was not aware that you were on such intimate terms with Mr. Lawrence’s household.’
The blood in her face fled back to her heart and left it white. Then Marcia summoned all her courage and braced herself to face what was to come. She forced herself to smile in answer to Rose Brentwood’s question. But all the while she was trying to understand what it was in her sister’s look that had hurt her so. It was not the anger,—for that she was prepared.
Fanny replied very calmly, and without once taking her eyes from her sister’s face, "If you think I have been crying about Dr. Lacey, you are mistaken." "Pray what did you cry for?" said Julia, laughingly. "Did somebody look sideways at you, or omit to call you by some pet baby name?" "I cried," said Fanny, "because I feared you had been acting very wickedly toward me."
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