‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. "Do you know what you make me think of?"
"What?"
"As if you had stepped out of some old family album. Where is Sir Rowland?"
"In the library, your ladyship. "
"But, do hear what it is," rejoined Winifred; "you know I'm shortly to be united
to your nephew,—that is," she added, blushing, "when he can be married by his
right name, for my father won't consent to it before. During her school days, especially her earlier school days, the world had been
very explicit with her, telling her what to do, what not to do, giving her lessons
to learn and games to play and interests of the most suitable and various kinds. A great
bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the
background of a deep brown wall.
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