‘No, sir,’ she replied timidly.
     　　‘No,’ said the gentleman, nursing his cheap louis vuitton handbags left leg; ‘I don’t know howyou should. You know my name, though, ma’am.’
     　　‘Do I?’ said Arabella, trembling, though she scarcely knew why.
     　　‘May I ask what it is?’
     　　‘Presently, ma’am, presently,’ said the stranger, not having yetremoved his eyes from her countenance. ‘You have been recentlymarried, ma’am?’
     　　‘I have,’ replied Arabella, in a scarcely audible tone, laying asideher work, and becoming greatly agitated as a thought, cheap louis vuitton handbags that hadoccurred to her before, struck more forcibly upon her mind.
     　　‘Without having represented to your husband the propriety offirst consulting his father, on whom he is dependent, I think?’ saidthe stranger.
     　　Arabella applied her handkerchief to her eyes.
     　　‘Without an endeavour, even, to ascertain, by some indirectappeal, what were the old man’s sentiments on a point in which hewould naturally feel much interested?’ said the chanel bags sale stranger.
     　　‘I cannot deny it, sir,’ said Arabella.
     　　‘And without having sufficient property of your own to affordyour husband any permanent assistance in exchange for theworldly advantages which you knew he would have gained if hehad married agreeably to his father’s wishes?’ said the oldgentleman. ‘This is what boys and girls call disinterested affection,till they have boys and girls of their own, and then they chanel bags outlet see it in arougher and very different light!’
     　　Arabella’s tears flowed fast, as she pleaded in extenuation thatshe was young and inexperienced; that her attachment had aloneinduced her to take the step to which she had resorted; and thatshe had been deprived of the counsel and guidance of her parentsalmost from infancy.
     　　‘It was wrong,’ said the old gentleman in a milder tone, ‘verywrong. It chanel bags was romantic, unbusinesslike, foolish.’
     　　‘It was my fault; all my fault, sir,’ replied poor Arabella,weeping.
     　　‘Nonsense,’ said the old gentleman; ‘it was not your fault thathe fell in love with you, I suppose? Yes it was, though,’ said the oldgentleman, looking rather slily at Arabella. ‘It was your fault. Hecouldn’t help it.’