She kissed her daughter, therefore, and promised that she would do her best to take Alaric to her heart as her son-in-law.
'You will tell Uncle Bat, mamma ?' said Gertrude.
'O yes--certainly, my dear; of course he'll be told.

But I suppose it does not make much matter, immediately ?' 'I think he should be told, mamma; I should not like him to think that he was treated with anything like disrespect.' 'Very well, my dear, I'll tell him,' said Mrs.Woodward, who was somewhat surprised at her daughter's punctilious feelings about Uncle Bat.

However, it was all very proper; and she was glad to think that her children were inclined to treat their grand-uncle with respect, in spite of his long nose.
And then Gertrude was preparing to leave the room, but her mother stopped her.

'Gertrude, dear,' said she.
'Yes, mamma.' 'Come here, dearest; shut the door.

Gertrude, have you told Linda yet ?' 'No, mamma, not yet.' As Mrs.Woodward asked the question, there was an indescribable look of painful emotion on her brow.