"Never mind, Granny dear, it was all a good discipline."
"Discipline! You impertinent young lady! Discipline for your grandmother! Discipline, indeed! That one word may cost you a thousand dollars, miss."
"I don't care if it does, only you must give the thousand dollars to poor Miss Hillis."
"Poor Miss Hillis has had a most comfortable time with me all summer."
"I know she has, consequently she will feel her comfortless room and poverty all the more after it. Give her the thousand, Granny. I'm willing."
"What kind of company have you been keeping, Ethel Rawdon? Who has taught you to squander dollars by the thousand? Discipline! I think you are giving me a little now--a thousand dollars a lesson, it seems--no wonder, after the carryings-on at Rawdon Court."
"Dear grandmother, we had the loveliest time you can imagine. And there is not, in all the world, such a noble old gentleman as Squire Percival Rawdon."
"I know all about Percival Rawdon--a proud, careless, extravagant, loose-at-ends man, dancing and singing and loving as it suited time and season, taking no thought for the future, and spending with both hands; hard on women, too, as could be."
"Grandmother, I never saw a more courteous gentleman. He worships women. He was never tired of talking about you."
"What had he to say about me?"
"That you were the loveliest girl in the county, and that he never could forget the first time he saw you. He said you were like the vision of an angel."
"Nonsense! I was just a pretty girl in a book muslin frock and a white sash, with a rose at my breast. I believe they use book muslin for linings now, but it did make the sheerest, lightest frocks any girl could want. Yes, I remember that time. I was going to a little party and crossing a meadow to shorten the walk, and Squire Percival had been out with his gun, and he laid it down and ran to help me over the stile. A handsome young fellow he was then as ever stepped in shoe leather."
"And he must have loved you dearly. He would sit hour after hour telling Ruth and me how bright you were, and how all the young beaux around Monk-Rawdon adored you."
"Nonsense! Nonsense! I had beaux to be sure. What pretty girl hasn't?"
"And he said his brother Edward won you because he was most worthy of your love."