“That was a mistake, dear Lavvy,” said Bella.
“It turns out to be,” replied Miss Lavinia; “but circumstances have changed, you know, my dear. George is in a new situation, and his prospects are very good indeed. I shouldn’t have had the courage to tell you so yesterday, when you would have thought his prospects poor, and not worth notice; but I feel quite bold tonight.”
“When did you begin to feel timid, Lavvy?” inquired Bella, with a smile.
“I didn’t say that I ever felt timid, Bella,” replied the Irrepressible. “But perhaps I might have said, if I had not been restrained by delicacy towards a sister’s feelings, that I have for some time felt independent; too independent, my dear, to subject myself to have my intended match (you’ll prick yourself again, George) looked down upon. It is not that I could have blamed you for looking down upon it, when you were looking up to a rich and great match, Bella; it is only that I was independent.”
Whether the Irrepressible felt slighted by Bella’s declaration that she would not quarrel, or whether her spitefulness was evoked by Bella’s return to the sphere of Mr. George Sampson’s courtship, or whether it was a necessary fillip to her spirits that she should come into collision with somebody on the present occasion—anyhow she made a dash at her stately parent now, with the greatest impetuosity.
“Ma, pray don’t sit staring at me in that intensely aggravating manner! If you see a black on my nose, tell me so; if you don’t, leave me alone.”
“Do you address Me in those words?” said Mrs. Wilfer. “Do you presume?”