"You are wicked this morning, Fred," was her reply. "Elsie is something
of a sport on the ancestral tree; but she is worth visiting. Berenice
Morison is going down there sometime soon. Perhaps she will be there
with you, Maurice."
"I thought," Mr. Staggchase observed, "that old Mrs. Morison didn't
approve of Mrs. Wilson."
"Nobody approves of Elsie," was Mrs. Staggchase's calm reply. "I'm sure
I don't; but after all she is a sort of cousin of Berenice, and she
can't very well refuse to visit her. Really, there is nothing bad about
Elsie. She is startling, and she certainly does things which are bad
form. That's half of it because she married as she did."
Nothing more was said, and Maurice kept his own counsel in regard to
the fact that he knew that Miss Morison was to be his fellow-guest. He
was full of wild hopes. He reproached himself that he was wrong to
forget that Berenice was rich and he was poor; yet not for all his
reproaches could he keep himself from feeling Mrs. Wilson had not
seemed to see any insurmountable obstacle to his wooing; that she had
appeared rather to be ready to help his suit.
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