‘Conceited and wilful,’ added Rose.

’If you like the words better.  But I must say—­I do not wish to trouble your father—­you know he cannot bear worry—­but I must say, that if you do not listen to me, he must be spoken to.’

‘Why not Mama?’

’I should naturally select my brother first.  No doubt you understand me.’

‘Any distant allusion to Mr. Harrington?’

‘Pertness will not avail you, Rose.’

‘So you want me to do secretly what I am doing openly?’

‘You must and shall remember you are a Jocelyn, Rose.’

‘Only half, my dear aunt!’

‘And by birth a lady, Rose.’

’And I ought to look under my eyes, and blush, and shrink, whenever I come near a gentleman, aunt!’

’Ah! my dear.  No doubt you will do what is most telling.  Since you have spoken of this Mr. Harrington, I must inform you that I have it on certain authority from two or three sources, that he is the son of a small shopkeeper at Lymport.’

Mrs. Shorne watched the effect she had produced.

‘Indeed, aunt?’ cried Rose.  ‘And do you know this to be true?’

’So when you talk of gentlemen, Rose, please be careful whom you include.’

’I mustn’t include poor Mr. Harrington?  Then my Grandpapa Bonner is out of the list, and such numbers of good worthy men?’

Mrs. Shorne understood the hit at the defunct manufacturer.  She said:  ’You must most distinctly give me your promise, while this young adventurer remains here—­I think it will not be long—­not to be compromising yourself further, as you now do.  Or—­indeed I must—­I shall let your parents perceive that such conduct is ruin to a young girl in your position, and certainly you will be sent to Elburne House for the winter.’

Rose lifted her hands, crying:  ’Ye Gods!—­as Harry says.  But I’m very much obliged to you, my dear aunt.  Concerning Mr. Harrington, wonderfully obliged.  Son of a small-----!  Is it a t-t-tailor, aunt?’

‘It is—­I have heard.’

’And that is much worse.  Cloth is viler than cotton!  And don’t they call these creatures sn-snips?  Some word of that sort?’

‘It makes little difference what they are called.’

’Well, aunt, I sincerely thank you.  As this subject seems to interest you, go and see Mama, now.  She can tell you a great deal more:  and, if you want her authority, come back to me.’

Rose then left her aunt in a state of extreme indignation.  It was a clever move to send Mrs. Shorne to Lady Jocelyn.  They were antagonistic, and, rational as Lady Jocelyn was, and with her passions under control, she was unlikely to side with Mrs. Shorne.