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At the end of the fortnight, on the morning of the day on which Brooke
Burgess was expected back, Dorothy, slowly moving into the sitting room
with her usual melancholy air, found Mr Gibson talking to her aunt.
'There she is herself,' said Miss Stanbury, jumping up briskly; 'and
now you can speak to her. Of course I have no authority none in the
least. But she knows what my wishes are.' And, having so spoken, Miss
Stanbury left the room.
It will be remembered that hitherto no word of affection had been
whispered by Mr Gibson into Dorothy's ears. When he came before to
press his suit she had been made aware of his coming, and had fled,
leaving her answer with her aunt. Mr Gibson had then expressed himself
as somewhat injured in that no opportunity of pouring forth his own
eloquence had been permitted to him. On that occasion Miss Stanbury,
being in a snubbing humour, had snubbed him. She had in truth scolded
him almost as much as she had scolded Dorothy, telling him that he went
about the business in hand as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.


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