The moths may have got into it through that crack in the lid . '' `` Why do n't you open it , Mother ? '' said Mrs. DeLisle . `` I am sure that key of Robert 's would fit the lock . '' `` No , '' said Grandmother in the tone that nobody , not even Aunt Winnifred , ever dreamed of disputing . `` I will not open that chest without Eliza 's permission . She confided it to my care when she went away , and I promised that it should never be opened until she came for it . '' `` Poor Eliza , '' said Mrs. DeLisle thoughtfully . `` I wonder what she is like now . Very much changed , like all the rest of us , I suppose . It is almost thirty years since she was here . How pretty she was ! '' `` I never approved of her , '' said Grandmother brusquely . `` She was a sentimental , fanciful creature . She might have married well but she preferred to waste her life pining over the memory of a man who was not worthy to untie the shoelace of a Laurance . '' Mrs. DeLisle sighed softly and made no reply . People said that she had had her own romance in her youth and that her mother had sternly repressed it . I had heard that her marriage with Mr. DeLisle was loveless on her part and proved very unhappy . But he had been dead many years , and Aunt Winnifred never spoke of him . `` I have made up my mind what to do , '' said Grandmother decidedly .
`` I will write to Eliza and ask her if I may open the XXXXX to see if the moths have got into it .
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