Chamberss Edinburgh Journal, No. 425 | Page 8

wished to see Miss Paulina; and poor,
crestfallen Miss Bonderlay returned home, and Miss Paulina departed
in her turn to fill the vacant place at the nabob's board. She remained a
considerable time longer than her elder sister had done; and it was
surmised that 'Indeed!' had proved more agreeable than 'Really!' But,
alas! for human foresight and conjecture, the second Miss Bonderlay
re-appeared in her native town for the purpose of despatching the third
relief in the person of Miss Constantia. 'The young one will have a
human tongue,' muttered the choleric Indian: 'I want a companion, not a
parrot.' The poor gentleman never imagined that there could be three
parrots in one family; and he naturally concluded, that his choice had
fallen on the right niece at last.
When he found out his mistake--and we need hardly say that he was not
long about that--his chagrin and consternation may be imagined. Indeed,
had it not been for the presence of a certain Major George, there is no
doubt that when he heard the sweet 'Impossible!' of Miss Constantia, he

would instantly have consigned her to the banishment and oblivion of
her sisters. But Major George's quiet influence restrained the threatened
ebullition of wrath; though when his best stories and jokes after dinner
were received with a gentle 'impossible!' which meant either 'really,' or
'indeed,' or anything else it might pass for, Uncle Elliston struck the
table violently with his clenched hand, exclaiming in a passion:
'Impossible? madam--impossible? Do you mean to give me the lie? I
tell you, the anecdote I have just related is perfectly possible, and,
moreover, perfectly true. What do you mean by impossible? I hate
impossibles. Nothing is impossible! Do you mean to insult me,
madam--heigh?'
'Impossible, dear uncle--impossible!' meekly ejaculated the gentle fair,
affrighted at such an unusual display of excitement; and it was
fortunate that Major George called off her uncle's attention from poor
Miss Constantia's unconscious delinquency.
Major George was an Indian crony of Uncle Elliston's; considerably
younger, however, than the latter, and, as the spinsters remarked
sententiously, only sallow enough to be interesting, and only old
enough to be sedate! His purse was amply filled, and Major George
was on the look-out for a wife; but being most painfully shy and
sensitive, it seemed rather a doubtful case if he would succeed in his
aspirings. With the nabob, Major George was an immense favourite;
but except that they had hunted tigers together, there seemed no
adequate reason for so strong a preference--the taciturnity of the one
being as remarkable as the communicativeness of the other. Mr Elliston
called George a 'good fellow,' and slapped his shoulder approvingly;
and introduced him to Miss Constantia with sly and peculiar
empressement. Major George's visit was prolonged, and Miss
Constantia's visit was prolonged far beyond the period allotted to her
sisters; and Uncle Elliston gradually ceased to rave at 'Impossible!' But
a terrible climax approached, and how it came about no one ever knew:
Major George set off for Paris early one fine morning, and Miss
Constantia appeared at the breakfast-table with eyes red and swollen
with weeping. The nabob insisted on knowing what was the matter, and
why his favourite had taken flight so unceremoniously.

'You don't mean to say you've refused him, Niece Con?' cried her uncle,
'for I know he meant to make you an offer of his hand and heart.'
'O no, uncle, no!--impossible!' sobbed the weeping lady.
'Oh! deuce take your impossibles, Con Bonderlay. Tell me if the lad
asked you to marry him, and what your answer was?'
She hesitated--looked up--looked down--looked startled; and then
murmured, as if examining for the first time the word, as it slipped
musically from between her lips, 'Impossible!'
'Well, Niece Con, I think you're said impossible once too often in your
life, if this is to be the upshot. Come now, be candid and don't be a fool!
Did you intend to refuse Major George?'
'Impossible!' was the reply; which, habitual as it was, burst forth this
time in a passion of tears and blushes.
Mr Elliston always affirmed that he saw at a glance how the matter
stood: that, in short, Major George had made a 'fool of himself.' The
lady had not intended to reject him; but the major, from his shy,
shamefaced nature, on hearing Miss Constantia's fatal 'impossible!' in
reply to his love-suit, had flown from the scene of disappointment
without an attempt at explanation. Acting on such a supposition (for
mere supposition it remained, neither the lady nor gentleman making
the slightest confession), Mr Elliston addressed his niece with more
gentleness, a dash of pity mingling in his tone: 'Niece Constantia, I
shall write to Major George, and bring him back again; but mind you
don't say "impossible" a