‘And so Bella French is to be the fortunate woman after all,’ said Miss Stanbury to her niece.
‘It does seem to me to be so odd,’ said Dorothy. ’I wonder how he looked when he proposed it.’
‘Like a fool, as he always does.’
Dorothy refrained from remarking that Miss Stanbury had not always thought that Mr Gibson looked like a fool, but the idea occurred to her mind. ‘I hope they will be happy at last,’ she said.
’Pshaw! Such people can’t be happy, and can’t be unhappy. I don’t suppose it much matters which he marries, or whether he marries them both, or neither. They are to be married by banns, they say at Heavitree.’
‘I don’t see anything bad in that.’
‘Only Camilla might step out and forbid them,’ said Aunt Stanbury. ’I almost wish she would.’
‘She has gone away, aunt, to an uncle who lives at Gloucester.’
’It was well to get her out of the way, no doubt. They’ll be married before you now, Dolly.’
‘That won’t break my heart, aunt.’
’I don’t suppose there’ll be much of a wedding. They haven’t anybody belonging to them, except that uncle at Gloucester.’ Then there was a pause. ’I think it is a nice thing for friends to collect together at a wedding,’ continued Aunt Stanbury.
‘I think it is,’ said Dorothy, in the mildest, softest voice.
’I suppose we must make room for that black sheep of a brother of yours, Dolly or else you won’t be contented.’
‘Dear, dear, dearest aunt!’ said Dorothy, falling down on her knees at her aunt’s feet.