consent—if somebody else hasn't been before me.'
'No, I've not engaged myself,' said Nancy, quietly, though blushingly. (If Mr. Godfrey founded any hopes on her consenting to dance with him, he would soon be undeceived; but there was no need for her to be uncivil.)
'Then I hope you've no objections to dancing with me,' said Godfrey, beginning to lose the sense that there was anything uncomfortable in this arrangement.
'No, no objections,' said Nancy, in a cold tone.
'Ah, well, you're a lucky fellow, Godfrey,' said Uncle Kimble; 'but you're my godson, so I won't stand in your way. Else I'm not so very old, eh, my dear?' he went on, skipping to his wife's side again. 'You wouldn't mind my having a second after you were gone—not if I cried a good deal first?'
'Come, come, take a cup o' tea and stop your tongue, do,' said good-humoured Mrs. Kimble, feeling some pride in a husband who must be regarded as so clever and amusing by the company generally. If he had only not been irritable at cards!
While safe, well-tested personalities were enivening the tea in this way, the sound of the fiddle approached within a distance at which it could be heard distinctly, made the young people look at each other with sympathetic impatience for the end of the meal.
'Why, there's Solomon in the hall,' said the Squire, 'and playing my fav'rite tune, I believe—
