CHAPTER X.
THE SQUIRE'S DAUGHTER.
'You will oblige me by remaining at home this evening, my dear,' said Mr Gwynne to his daughter.
'That I assuredly shall, papa,' was the reply, 'for dear Miss Hall is coming to-day, and that princess of bores, Miss Nugent, has invited herself to tea.

I certainly do wish Rowland Prothero would fall in love with her.

She is quite ready for the _premier venu_, be he prince or peasant.' 'Does not Lady Mary come, my dear ?' 'No; I am thankful to say she is gone to spend a few days with the Llanfawr family.' 'I am very glad Miss Hall is coming, Freda.

I wish she would live with you; it would be very pleasant, and a protection for you, and all that sort of thing.' 'Oh, do ask her, dear papa.

I have tried a thousand times to persuade her to come here and live with us for ever; but I think she will not come on my invitation.' 'I could not possibly ask her, my dear.