'
'You are a great deal too good to her, Mrs. Kendal--after such
wilfulness as last night--carrying the dear baby out in the street--I
never heard of such a thing--But what made you do it, Sophy, wont you
tell me that? No, I know you won't; no one ever can get a word from
her. Ah! that sulky disposition--it is a very nasty temper--can't
you break through it, Sophy, and confess it all to your dear mamma?
You would be so much better. But I know it is of no use, poor child,
it is just like her father.'
Albinia was growing very angry, and it was well that Maurice's merry
crowings were heard approaching. Miss Meadows was delighted to see
him, but as he had a great aversion to her, the interview was not
prolonged, since he could not be persuaded to keep the peace by being
held up to watch a buzzing fly, as much out of sight of her as
possible, wrinkling up his nose, and preparing to cry whenever he
caught sight of her white bonnet and pink roses.
Miss Meadows bethought her that grandmamma was anxious, so she only
waited to give an invitation to tea, but merely to Mrs. Kendal; she
would say nothing about Sophy since disgrace--well-merited--if they
could only see some feeling.
'Thank you,' said Albinia, 'some evening perhaps I may come, since
yon are so kind, but I don't think I can leave this poor twisted arm
to itself.'
Miss Meadows evaporated in hopes that Sophy would be sensible of--and
assurances that Mrs.
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