Miss Miner seemed so, for she almost sprang out of her chair.
"I don't know why you need be horrified, though," returned Fanny, calmly. "Should you be shocked if any one said that you were engaged to Mr. Brinsley? What's the matter with him, anyway?" she demanded, dropping into her favourite slang. "You'd be proud to be engaged to him—so would Elizabeth—so would Augusta! Then why shouldn't I be proud if I can get him? I'm sure, he's awfully good-looking, and he rides—like an angel."
"An angel jockey," suggested Lawrence, without a smile.
"Not at all!" exclaimed Fanny. "He rides like a gentleman and not in the least like a jockey."
Miss Cordelia had risen from her chair, and turned her back on the young people.
"You've no right to say such things to me, Fanny," she said, going slowly towards the window. Her voice shook.
The young girl saw that she was deeply hurt, and followed her quickly.
