But he was well aware that the new hat had been bought specially for him, and that the sharpest arrow from her quiver was intended to be lodged in his heart.
He was quite determined that any such shooting as that should be unsuccessful.
'Has he said anything ?' the mother asked the daughter.

'Not a word.' This occurred on the Sunday night.

He had reached Babington on the previous Tuesday, and was to go to Folking on next Tuesday.

'Not a word.' The reply was made in a tone almost of anger.

Julia did believe that her cousin had been engaged to her, and that she actually had a right to him, now that he had come back, no longer ruined.
'Some men never do,' said Aunt Polly, not wishing to encourage her daughter's anger just at present.