“Oh, yes, I understand. But, grandma, did you mean what you said?" Barbara's excitement mingled with a hint of trepidation.

She averted her gaze, lowering her head to conceal her true emotions. The embarrassment was so overwhelming that she couldn't bring herself to meet her grandmother's eyes directly.

Barbara overheard Mrs. Jenkins engaged in a soliloquy.

“What was his name again? Anthony Wilson? The Wilson family in Sheffield?" Mrs. Jenkins muttered to herself.

“Young people are often driven by impulsive emotions. They easily fall in love with a charming young lady. I got to have a conversation with him."