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observing her distress, enquired into it's cause.
She wished to speak to Miss Joddrel.
He entered the parlour, and sent out Elinor, who, exclaiming, "O, it's you, is it? Mercy on me! I had quite forgotten you!—" ran back, crying,“ Aunt, here's your old friend, the grim French voyager! Shall she come in?"
"Come in? What for, Miss Joddrel? Because Mr. Harleigh was so kind as to make a hoy of my boat, does it follow that you are to make a booth of my parlour?"
"She is at the door!" said Harleigh, in a low voice.
"Then she is at her proper place; where else should such a sort of body be?"
Harleigh took up a book.
"O, but do let her come in, Aunt, do let her come in !" cried the young Selina. "I was so provoked at not seeing her the other day, that I could have cried with pleasure! and sister Elinor has kept
