Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com
‘Ah! And not silly?’ said my aunt.
‘Silly, aunt!’
I seriously believe it had never once entered my head for
a single moment, to consider whether she was or not. I re-
sented the idea, of course; but I was in a manner struck by it,
as a new one altogether.
‘Not light-headed?’ said my aunt.
‘Light-headed, aunt!’ I could only repeat this daring
speculation with the same kind of feeling with which I had
repeated the preceding question.
‘Well, well!’ said my aunt. ‘I only ask. I don’t depreciate
her. Poor little couple! And so you think you were formed
for one another, and are to go through a party-supper-table
kind of life, like two pretty pieces of confectionery, do you,
Trot?’
She asked me this so kindly, and with such a gentle air,
half playful and half sorrowful, that I was quite touched.
‘We are young and inexperienced, aunt, I know,’ I re-
plied; ‘and I dare say we say and think a good deal that is
rather foolish. But we love one another truly, I am sure. If I
thought Dora could ever love anybody else, or cease to love
me; or that I could ever love anybody else, or cease to love
her; I don’t know what I should do - go out of my mind, I
think!’
‘Ah, Trot!’ said my aunt, shaking her head, and smiling
gravely; ‘blind, blind, blind!’
‘Someone that I know, Trot,’ my aunt pursued, after
a pause, ‘though of a very pliant disposition, has an ear-
nestness of affection in him that reminds me of poor Baby.