HE IS NOT OF MY KIND
Kate remained silent.
"There now, you think I am horrid, I know," said Maimie. I suppose you would marry him if he were a mere nobody!"
"If I loved him," said Kate, with slow deliber- ation, and a slight tremor in her voice, "I'd marry him if he were—a shantyman!"
"I believe you would," said Maimie, with a touch of regret in her voice; "but then, you've no Aunt Frank!"
"Thank Providence," replied Kate, under her breath.
"And I'm sure I don't want to offend her. Just listen to this." Maimie pulled out a letter, and turning over the pages, found the place and began to read: "'I am so glad to hear that you are enjoying your stay in Quebec'—um-um-um—'fine old city'—um-um-um—'gates and streets,' 'old days'—um-um-um—'noble citadel,' 'glorious view'—um-um-um-um—'finest in the world'—No, that isn't it—Oh, yes, here it is: 'The De Lacys are a very highly connected English family and very old friends of my friends, the Lord Archers, with whom I visited in England, you know. The mother is a dear old lady—so stately and so very particular—with old-fashioned ideas of breeding and manners, and of course, very wealthy. Her house in Quebec is said to be the finest in the Province, and there are some English estates, I believe, in their line. Lieutenant De Lacy is her only son, and from what you say, he seems to be a very charming young man. He will occupy a very high place some
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