She greeted Agnes heartily, nevertheless; and we were soon in the lighted parlour downstairs, at dinner. My aunt put on her spectacles twice or thrice, to take another look at me, but as often took them off again, disappointed, and rubbed her nose with them. Much to the discomfiture of Mr. Dick, who knew this to be a bad symptom.

‘By the by, aunt,’ said I, after dinner; ‘I have been speaking to Agnes about what you told me.’

‘Then, Trot,’ said my aunt, turning scarlet, ‘you did wrong, and broke your promise.’

‘You are not angry, aunt, I trust?

I am sure you won’t be, when you learn that Agnes is not unhappy in any attachment.’