Barr, Amelia Edith Huddleston, 1831-1919 / 2008-06-30 00:00:00

He looked at Charlotte with eyes full of tender
reproach, and she was too unprepared for such a speedy termination to
their meeting to oppose it. So Stephen was galloping at headlong speed
in advance, before she realized that he had been virtually refused their
company.
"Father, why did you do that?"
"Do what, Charlotte? Eh? What?"
"Send Steve away. I am sure I do not know what to make of you doing such
a thing. Poor Steve!"
"Well, then, I had my reason for it. Did you see the way he looked at
you? Eh? What?"
"Dear me! A cat may look at a king. Did you send Steve away for a look?
You have put me about, father."
"There's looks and other looks, my lass. Cats don't look at kings the
way Steve looked at you. Now, then, I want no love-making between you
and Steve Latrigg."
"What nonsense! Steve hasn't said a word of love-making, as you call
it."
"I thought you had all your woman-senses, Charlotte. Bethink you of the
garden walk last night."
"We were talking all the time of the sweetbrier and hollyhocks,--and
things like that."
"You might have talked of the days of the week or the
multiplication-table: one kind of words was just as good as another. Any
thing Steve said last night could have been spelled with four letters."
"Four letters?"
"To be sure. L-o-v-e."
"You used to like Stephen."
"I like all bright, honest, good lads; but when they want to make love
to Miss Charlotte Sandal, they think one thing, and I think another.
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