'He doesn't say if he is short or tall, or dark or fair.'

'No, he doesn't. I think he might have told us something about his personal
appearance, but it is a great relief to hear that he is not the vulgar
Bohemian we have always understood him to be. Mr. Grandly says his manners
are refined; you might take a fancy to him after all.'

'But you don't know that he isn't married. I suppose Mr. Grandly wasn't
able to find that out. I should like to know--but not because I want to
marry him or any one else; only I don't like the idea of a great, vulgar
woman, and a pack of children scampering about the place when we go.'

'Do you dislike children so much, then, Emily?'

'I don't know that I ever thought about them; but I'm sure I shouldn't like
his children. I dreamt of him last night. Do you believe in dreams?'

'What did you dream?'

'I cannot remember, but I woke up crying, feeling more unhappy than I ever
felt in my life before. It is curious that I should dream of him last
night, and that you should receive that letter this morning, isn't it?'

'I don't see anything strange in it. Nothing more natural than that you
should dream about him, and it was certain that I should receive a letter
from Mr. Grandly; he promised to write to me in a few days.'

'Then you believe what is in that letter--I don't. Something tells me that
he will not act kindly, but I don't know how.'