And, indeed, this sort of convulsion of laughing seemed so unaccountable on natural grounds to Aunt Rebecca, that her irritation subsided into perplexity, and she began to suspect that her extravagant merriment might mean possibly something which she did not quite understand.
'Well, niece, when you have quite done laughing at nothing, you will, perhaps, be so good as to hear me.

I put it to you now, young lady, as your relation and your friend, once for all, upon your sacred honour--remember you're a Chattesworth--upon the honour of a Chattesworth' (a favourite family form of adjuration on serious occasions with Aunt Rebecca), 'do you like Lieutenant Puddock ?' It was now Miss Gertrude's turn to be nettled, and to remind her visitor, by a sudden flush in her cheek and a flash from her eyes, that she was, indeed, a Chattesworth; and with more disdain than, perhaps, was quite called for, she repelled the soft suspicion.
'I protest, Madam,' said Miss Gertrude, ''tis _too_ bad.

Truly, Madam, it _is vastly_ vexatious to have to answer so strange and affronting a question.

If you ever took the trouble, aunt, to listen to, or look at, Lieutenant Puddock, you might--' 'Well, niece,' quoth Aunt Becky, interrupting, with a little toss of her head, 'young ladies weren't quite so hard to please in my time, and I can't see or hear that he's so much worse than others.' 'I'd sooner die than have him,' said Miss Gertie, peremptorily.
'Then, I suppose, if ever, and whenever he asks you the question himself, you'll have no hesitation in telling him so ?' said Aunt Becky, with becoming solemnity.
'Laughable, ridiculous, comical, and absurd, as I always thought and believed Lieutenant Puddock to be, I yet believe the asking such a question of me to be a stretch of absurdity, from which his breeding, for he is a gentleman, will restrain him.

Besides, Madam, you can't possibly be aware of the subjects on which he has invariably discoursed whenever he happened to sit by me--plays and players, and candied fruit.
Really, Madam, it is too absurd to have to enter upon one's defence against so incredible an imagination.' Aunt Rebecca looked steadily for a few seconds in her niece's face, then drew a long breath, and leaning over, kissed her again on the forehead, and with a grave little nod, and looking on her again for a short space, without saying a word more, she turned suddenly and left the room.
Miss Gertrude's vexation again gave way to merriment; and her aunt, as she walked sad and stately up stairs, heard one peal of merry laughter after another ring through her niece's bed-room.