Kiss me!" (violently).
"There--pest!"
"That is not enough, nor half. There, and there, and there, and there,
and there, and there."
"Now look here, my young friend, " said Vizard, holding her lovely head
by both ears, "you are exciting yourself about nothing, and that will end
in one of your headaches. So, just take your candle, and go to bed, like
a good little girl."
"Must I? Well, then, I will. Goodby, tyrant dear. Oh, how I love you!
Come, Fanny."
She gave her hand shyly to Severne, and soon they were both in Zoe's
room.
Rosa was dismissed, and they had their chat; but it was nearly all on one
side. Fanny had plenty to say, but did not say it. She had not the heart
to cloud that beaming face again so soon; she temporized: Zoe pressed her
with questions too; but she slurred things, Zoe asked her why Miss
Maitland was so bitter against Mr. Severne. Fanny said, in an off-hand
way, "Oh, it is only on your account she objects to him."
"And what are her objections?"
"Oh, only grammatical ones, dear. She says his _antecedents_ are obscure,
and his _relatives_ unknown, ha! ha! ha!" Fanny laughed, but Zoe did not
see the fun.
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