'Well--no; I suppose not.'
'And no one can be less to blame than Genevieve.'
'Little flirt, I've no patience with her.'
'She can't help her manners,' repeated Sophy, 'I feel them so much
more charming than mine every moment. She will make him so happy.'
'What are you talking of, Sophy? He must be mad if he is in earnest.
A man of his family pride! His father will never listen to it for a
moment.'
'I don't know what his father may do,' said Sophy; 'but I know what I
pray and entreat we may do, and that is, do our utmost to make this
come to good.'
'Sophy, don't ask it. I could not, I know you could not.'
'There is no loss of esteem. I honour him as I always did,' said
Sophy. 'Yes, the more since I see it was all for papa and the right,
all unselfish, on that 5th of November. Some day I shall have worn
out the selfishness.'
She kept her hand tightly pressed on her heart as she spoke, and
Albinia exclaimed, 'You shall not see it; you overrate your strength;
it is my business to prevent you!'
'Think, mamma,' said Sophy, rising in her earnestness. 'Here is a
homeless orphan, whom you have taught to love you, whom papa has
brought here as to a home, and for Gilbert's sake. Is it fair--
innocent, exemplary as she is--to turn against her because she is
engaging and I am not, to cut her off from us, drive her away to the
first situation that offers, be it what it may, and with that thought
aching and throbbing in her heart? Oh, mamma! would that be mercy or
justice?'
'You are not asking to have it encouraged in the very house with
you?'
'I do not see how else it is to be,' said Sophy.
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