"That's all very well, Florence," replied Mrs. Aylmer, rising as she spoke and shaking the crumbs from her dress outside the window.  "I doubt if it would vex your Aunt Susan very much, and it would vex us a considerable deal, my love.  Your Aunt Susan's relations might not even hear of it, and we would be miserable and disgraced for ever.  No, we must swallow our pride and take her money; there is no help for it. But if you get the Scholarship, Flo, she is the kind of woman who would be proud of you, she is really.  If she thought you had any gift she would turn round in jiffy and begin to spend money properly on you. She asked me in her last letter what sort of girl you were growing up, and if you had a chance of being handsome, for, said she, 'if Florence is really handsome, I might take a house in London and give her a season.  I enjoy taking handsome girls about, and I am a right good matchmaker.'  That is what she said, the horrid old cat.  But you are not handsome, Florry, not a bit."