William. He's a clergyman, you know. 'My dear Niece,--I have
heard with great gratification of your engagement. Your aunt and
I unite in all good wishes. I recollect Lord Mickleham's father
when I had a curacy near Worcester. He was a regular attendant
at church and a supporter of all good works in the diocese. If
only his son takes after him (fancy Archie!) You have secured a
prize. I hope you have a proper sense of the responsibilities
you are undertaking. Marriage affords no small opportunities, it
also entails certain trials--'"

"Why, you're reading Aunt Georgiana again."

"Am I? No, it's Uncle William."

"Then let's try a fresh cast--unless you'll finish Georgy Vane's."

"Well, here's Cousin Susan's. She's an old maid, you know. It's
very long. Here's a bit: 'Woman has it in her power to exercise
a sacred influence. I have not the pleasure of knowing Lord
Mickleham, but I hope, my dear, that you will use your power over
him for good. It is useless for me to deny that when you stayed
with me, I thought you were addicted to frivolity. Doubtless
marriage will sober you. Try to make a good use of its lessons
I am sending you a biscuit tin'--and so on."

"A very proper letter," said I.

Miss Dolly indulged in a slight grimace, and took up another
letter.