Maurice is like a son to me." They discussed the matter in its more commonplace aspect.

The wealth and position of the bridegroom elect were points as to which Mr.Wynter felt it his business to inquire, and when he found these so satisfactory, he congratulated his cousin with great cordiality, and plainly expressed his opinion that delays in such a case were useless and objectionable.
He liked Lucia, and admired her, and thought, too, that there would be no better way of blotting out the remembrance of the mother's unfortunate marriage than by a prosperous one on the part of the daughter.
Meantime Mrs.Wynter sat in an easy-chair by her dressing-table, and her daughter was curled up on the floor near her.
"Well, mamma," Miss Wynter said, "you see I was right.

I knew perfectly well that there must be some romance at the bottom of it all." "You were very wise, my dear." "And, mamma, if I had seen Lucia, I should have been still more sure.
Why, she is perfectly lovely! I hope she will let me be her bridesmaid." "Tiny, you know I don't approve of your talking in that way." "What way, mamma?
Of course, they are going to be married.

Anybody can see that." "If they are, no doubt we shall hear in good time." "And I am sure, if either of us were to marry half as well, the whole house would be in a flutter.

I mean to be very good friends with Lucia, and then, perhaps, she will invite me to go and see her.