Miss Landon and Aubranael

Chapter One-3

Bemused and rather mortified, Sophy quickly agreed. Unsure of how to recover from the awkwardness of Balli’s enquiries, she bid him goodbye and hurried away, Anne following close behind.

Now, will ye look at that? As fine a woman as any could wish fer, Miss Sophy—a prize fer any chap as has sense. But there ain’t a scrap o’ sense to be found in these parts, for all the young men to pass her over just ‘cause she ain’t rich, an’ her features is perhaps not so well arranged as the imagination might fancy! Crowd o’ great loobies, the lot of ‘em. I had to do somethin’. All the town knew tha’ the silly old Reverend was eatin’ himself to an early grave, an eatin’ her inheritance with it; and what would become o’ my Sophy then? I ‘atched a plan, that’s what I did. Listen some more, an’ I’ll tell ye all about it…