‘How I do dislike that Mr. Dagworthy!’ she said, with transparent affectation. ‘I wonder what he came for this morning. He said he wanted father’s address, but I know that was only an excuse. He hasn’t been to see us for months. It was like his impudence to ever come at all, after the way he behaved when he married that stuck-up Miss Hanmer.’
‘Will you tell me how many of these French exercises you have written?’ Emily asked as soon as a pause gave her the opportunity.
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ was the answer; ‘about ten, I think. Do you know, I really believe he thinks himself good-looking? And he’s as plain as he can be. Don’t you think so, Emily?’
‘I really have no opinion.’
‘It was strange he should come this morning. It was only yesterday I met him over there by the mill,’—Dagworthy’s m
