Mrs. Oliphant,
Old Mr. Tredgold
“ Miss Mildmay’s gasp this time was almost like a choke. “Believe me,” she said, “it would be much better to keep clear of young men. You girls now are almost as bad as the American girls, that go about with them everywhere—worse, indeed, for it is permitted there, and it is not permitted here.”“That makes it all the nicer,” cried Stella; “it’s delightful because it’s wrong. ”
