You need express no immediate condescension in his favour, as
I shall of course come over alone on Wednesday morning. Yours always
affectionately, F. G."
The letter she received on the Sunday morning, and as the Wednesday named
for Frank's coming was the next Wednesday, and was close at hand, she was
in rather a better humour than she had displayed since the poets had
failed her. "What a blessing it will be," she said, "to have somebody to
speak to."
This was not complimentary, but Miss Macnulty did not want compliments.
"Yes, indeed," she said. "Of course you will be glad to see your cousin."
"I shall be glad to see anything in the shape of a man. I declare I have
felt almost inclined to ask the minister from Craigie to elope with me."
"He has got seven children," said Miss Macnulty.
"Yes, poor man, and a wife, and not more than enough to live upon. I
daresay he would have come. By the by, I wonder whether there's a pony
about the place."
"A pony!" Miss Macnulty of course supposed that it was needed for the
purpose of the suggested elopement.
"Yes; I suppose you know what a pony is? Of course there ought to be a
shooting pony at the cottage for these men.
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