"Ugh!" ejaculated Edward. "This is a bad beginning. Girl's candour! Now
for a masterpiece of duplicity."
Julia inquired how he dared; and Mrs. Dodd said warmly that Julia was not
like other people, she could be candid; had actually done it, more than
once, within her recollection. The young lady justified the exception as
follows: "If I was going to be married to myself, or to some gentleman I
did not care for, I would not spend a shilling. But I am going to marry
_him;_ and so--oh, Edward, think of them saying, 'What has he married? a
dowdy: why she hadn't new things on to go to church with him: no bonnet,
no wreath, no new white dress!' To mortify him the very first day of
our----" The sentence remained unfinished, but two lovely eyes filled to
the very brim without running over, and completed the sense, and did the
Viceroy's business, though a brother. "Why you dear little goose," said
he: "of course, I don't mean that. I have as good as got the things we
must buy; and those are a new bonnet----"
"Ah!"
"A wreath of orange blossoms----"
"Oh you good boy!"
"Four pair of gloves: two white--one is safe to break--two dark; very
dark: invisible green, or visible black; last the honeymoon.
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