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'You will find her father a white-haired old man,' said my aunt,
'though a better man in all other respects - a reclaimed man.
Neither will you find him measuring all human interests, and joys,
and sorrows, with his one poor little inch-rule now. Trust me,
child, such things must shrink very much, before they can be
measured off in that way.'
'Indeed they must,' said I.
'You will find her,' pursued my aunt, 'as good, as beautiful, as
earnest, as disinterested, as she has always been. If I knew
higher praise, Trot, I would bestow it on her.'
There was no higher praise for her; no higher reproach for me. Oh,
how had I strayed so far away!
'If she trains the young girls whom she has about her, to be like
herself,' said my aunt, earnest even to the filling of her eyes
with tears, 'Heaven knows, her life will be well employed! Useful
and happy, as she said that day! How could she be otherwise than
useful and happy!'
'Has Agnes any -' I was thinking aloud, rather than speaking.
'Well? Hey? Any what?' said my aunt, sharply.
'Any lover,' said I.
'A score,' cried my aunt, with a kind of indignant pride. 'She
might have married twenty times, my dear, since you have been
'No doubt,' said I. 'No doubt. But has she any lover who is
worthy of her? Agnes could care for no other.'
My aunt sat musing for a little while, with her chin upon her hand.
Slowly raising her eyes to mine, she said:
'I suspect she has an attachment, Trot.'
'A prosperous one?' said I.
'Trot,' returned my aunt gravely, 'I can't say. I have no right to
tell you even so much. She has never confided it to me, but I