Gladly she departed, after an exchange of curtsies, happily not hearing the words behind her:-"An artful young minx."
"And imagine the impudence of securing Jumbo's attendance, forsooth!"
"Nay," said Mrs. Hunter, "she seemed to me a pretty modest young gentlewoman enough."
"Pretty! Yes, she comes of my Lady's own stock, and will be just such another."
"Yes; it is quite plain that it is true that my Lady sent her here because she had been spreading the white apron for the young baronet."
"And now she is trying her arts on poor cousin Amyas Belamour. You heard how she would take no advice, and replied with impertinence."
"Shall you give my Lady a hint?"
"Not I. I have been treated with too much insolence by Lady Belamour to interfere with her again," said Mrs. Phoebe, drawing herself up; "I shall let things take their course unless I can remonstrate with my own kinsman."