in her quiet voice. She was making an attempt to come out of her brown study, as Mr. Mornay’s inquiry had alarmed her. She had to be discreet! Mr. O’Brien thanked her kindly. “It is a charming little house,” said Beatrice. “Little!” laughed Ariana. Warwickdon was not as large as the parsonage at Glendover but it was not little. The house was a picturesque dwelling of two stories, not counting the basement and garret. “How can you say so?” “It is fine, I grant, for a vicarage, for a parson’s family,” returned Beatrice, as though Mr. O’Brien was not in hearing range, “but after staying at Aspindon House, you can hardly expect me to find it commodious.” “One does not compare a vicarage with an estate!” Ariana said. Beatrice shrugged. “I just have,” and she smiled mischievously at her sister. But Ariana’s face creased with worry. That girl! Why were her sights set so high? To make matters worse, Beatrice turned around to face her, still walking forward (which in this case, meant backward, now), “I daresay I know your thoughts.
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