She had taken a drawing-room and dining-room, "because," as she had said, "she didn't see why people should be stuffy when they went to the seaside;--not if they had means to make themselves comfortable." "Oh, Kate, I do wish you'd known him!" "I wish I had," said Kate,--very untruly.

"I was unfortunately away when he went to Vavasor Hall." "Ah, yes; but it was at home, in the domestic circle, that Greenow should have been seen to be appreciated.

I was a happy woman, Kate, while that lasted." And Kate was surprised to see that real tears--one or two on each side--were making their way down her aunt's cheeks.

But they were soon checked with a handkerchief of the broadest hem and of the finest cambric.
"Dinner, ma'am," said Jeannette, opening the door.
"Jeannette, I told you always to say that dinner was served." "Dinner's served then," said Jeannette in a tone of anger.
"Come, Kate," said her aunt.

"I've but little appetite myself, but there's no reason you shouldn't eat your dinner.