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"Oh, dear! I wish Hatfield had not been so precipitate!" said Rosalie next day at four P.M., as, with a portentous yawn, she laid down her worsted-work and looked listlessly towards the window. "There's no inducement to go out now; and nothing to look forward to. The days will be so long and dull when there are no parties to enliven them; and there are none this week, or next either, that I know of."
"Pity you were so cross to him," observed Matilda, to whom this lamentation was addressed. "He'll never come again: and I suspect you liked him after all. I hoped you would have taken him for your beau, and left dear Harry to me."