She had resolved during those early hours of the morning that 'it
had better be so.' She thought that she could go through with it
all, if only they would not tease her, and ask her to wear her
Sunday frock, and force her to sit down with them at table. Let
them settle the day--with a word or two thrown in by herself to
increase the distance--and she would be absolutely submissive, on
condition that nothing should be required of her till the day should
come. There would be a bad week or two then while she was being
carried off to her new home; but she had looked forward and had told
herself that she would fill her mind with the care of one man's
house, as she had hitherto filled it with the care of the house of
another man.
'So it is all right,' said her aunt, rushing up to her with warm
congratulations, ready to flatter her, prone to admire her. It
would be something to have a niece married to Adrian Urmand, the
successful young merchant of Basle. Marie Bromar was already in her
aunt's eyes something different from her former self.
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