‘Go, by all means,’ urged her brother.
‘I don’t think I shall. They are too respectable.’
‘Nonsense! They seem very open-minded; you really can’t expect absolute unconventionality. Is it desirable? Really is it, now?—Suppose I were to marry some day, Marcella; do you think my household would be unconventional?’
His voice shook a little, and he kept his eyes averted. Marcella, to whom her brother’s romance was anything but an agreeable subject,—the slight acquaintance she had with the modern Laura did not encourage her to hope for that lady’s widowhood,—gave no heed to the question.
‘They are going to have a house at Budleigh Salterton; do you know of the place? Somewhere near the mouth of the Exe. Miss Walworth tells me that one of our old school friends is living there—Sylvia Moorhous
