You had about a quarter of an hour's talk with my aunt, did you not ?" he asked, in a quite different tone.
So all the time while she and Miss Raeburn had been making acquaintance, he had known that she was in the house, and he had kept away for his own purposes! Marcella felt a colour she could not restrain leap into her cheek.
"Miss Raeburn was very kind," she said, with a return of shyness, which passed however the next moment by reaction, into her usual daring.

"Yes, she was very kind!--but all the same she doesn't like me--I don't think she is going to like me--I am not her sort." "Have you been talking Socialism to her ?" he asked her, smiling.
"No, not yet--not yet," she said emphatically.

"But I am dreadfully uncertain--I can't always hold my tongue--I am afraid you will be sorry you took me up." "Are you so aggressive?
But Aunt Neta is so mild!--she wouldn't hurt a fly.

She mothers every one in the house and out of it.

The only people she is hard upon are the little servant girls, who will wear feathers in their hats!" "There!" cried Marcella, indignantly.