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There were no preparations to be made, for a wedding is nothing without friends, and they had none but Amy's and though Joe said nothing to Ethel about it, she knew he had not sent them word. "It's better," she thought. She herself wrote to a few girl friends, but they were scattered all over the country. No one of them would be coming East. And at times she felt very lonely.
Ethel was certain that Margaret was content, when she saw her brother bending over her, and the sense of reliance and security that the presence of the silent Richard imparted to the whole family was something very peculiar, especially as they were so much more active and demonstrative than he was. Mr. Wilmot put him at once in charge of the hamlet.
Lily and Doris, who both knew how close the project was to Marjorie's heart, spoke in favor of waiting until the first of June. "That will still leave us time to spend the money before the seniors, who helped to earn it as much as any of us, leave," put in Ethel, who usually took sides with Marjorie in a discussion. Ruth said nothing; she knew it would be of no avail.
Miss Bracy thought Mary in need of the change, and discussed both her and Blanche in so pleasant and sensible a manner, that Ethel was quite relieved.
Pendennis, adverting by a natural transition from Ethel to her amiable brother, "our banking friend does not invite us any more: Lady Clara sends you no cards. I have a great mind to withdraw my account."
"Ethel is a brick, and Alfred is a trump, I think you say," remarks Lady Kew, nodding approval; "and Barnes is a snob. This is very satisfactory to know." "We met the children out to-day," cries the enthusiastic Kew, "as I was driving Jack in the drag, and I got out and talked to 'em."
"Yes, Father," and this time the downcast eyes were raised and looked hopefully into his. "Speak out; never mind the expense." "Well, Father, I'd like to go this afternoon and see Sullivan thump that yap from the country." Taking Mamma at Her Word MOTHER: "Ethel, you naughty child, what have you been doing to make Charlie cry so?" ETHEL: "I've only been sharing my cod-liver oil with him, mamma.
"Stay till you are tried," said Norman. Ethel squeezed up her eyes, curled up her nose, showed her teeth in a horrible grimace, and made a sort of snarl: "Yah! That's the face I shall make at them!" and then, with another good-night, ran to her own room.
And now let me also ask you this does he ever take any notice of any allusion that may be made to me?" "I really don't remember hearing any allusion to you." "Oh, that's scarcely possible! You and Minnie must sometimes have alluded to 'Ethel." "Well, now that you put it in that light, I do remember hearing Minnie allude to you on several occasions. Once she wondered why 'Ethel' did not ride.
Son of Angus Fergus Malcolm, Earl of Glenlivat, and grandson and heir of Malcolm Mungo Angus, first Marquis of Farintosh, and twenty-fifth Earl, etc. etc. "You have heard the news regarding Ethel?" remarks Hobson. "I have just heard," says the poor Colonel. "I have a letter from Anne this morning," Maria continues. "They are of course delighted with the match.
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