Chapter 12 - (VERSO)
I do hope he won’t think me foolish. He did not think Mr. Malcolm MacPherson was a fit person for me to marry once. But that was long ago, when Mr. Malcolm MacPherson was very poor. He is in very comfortable circumstances now.”
“Tell us about it, Aunt Olivia,” said Peggy. She did not look at me, which was my salvation. Had I caught Peggy’s eye when Aunt Olivia said “Mr. Malcolm MacPherson” in that tone I must have laughed, willy-nilly.
“When I was a girl the MacPhersons used to live across the road from here. Mr. Malcolm MacPherson was my beau then.(begin strikethrough)”(end strikethrough) But my family—and your father especially—dear me, I do hope
From "Aunt Olivia's Beau."