The invitations for the village people," she added,
"were already written and were left with her to distribute on
Wednesday morning."
Eugenia would have given much to know if she were invited, but she
was too proud to ask, and assuming an air of indifference she
casually inquired the name of the bride.
With the manner of one in a deep study, Mrs. Leah replied, "Let me
see! It's a very common name. Strange I don't speak it!"
"_Morton?_" suggested Eugenia, but Mrs. Leah affected not to
hear her, and, having completed her purchases, she left the store
and walked slowly homeward, dropping more than one tear on the
brown paper parcel she held in her hand.
Crying, however, was of no avail, and mentally chiding herself for
her weakness, she resolved to brave it through, comforting herself
again with the thought that _the Greys_ were as aristocratic
as the _Hastings_, and as Stephen's wife she should yet shine
in the best society, for in case she married him she was resolved
that he should take her at once to Philadelphia, where she would
compel his proud mother to notice her.
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