THE
VISITS
OF
ELIZABETH
By
ELINOR
GLYN
TWENTY
SECOND
EDITION
.
Cambridge
U.S.A.
MDCCCI
(
1901
)
NAZEBY
HALL
It
was
perhaps
a
fortunate
thing
for
Elizabeth
that
her
ancestors
went
back
to
the
Conquest
,
and
that
she
numbered
at
least
two
Countesses
and
a
Duchess
among
her
relatives
.
Her
father
had
died
some
years
ago
,
and
,
her
mother
being
an
invalid
,
she
had
lived
a
good
deal
abroad
.
But
,
at
about
seventeen
,
Elizabeth
began
to
pay
visits
among
her
kinsfolk
.
It
was
after
arriving
at
Nazeby
Hall
,
for
a
Cricket
Week
,
that
she
first
wrote
home
.
Nazeby
Hall
,
26th
July
.
Afternoon
Tea
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
I
got
here
all
right
,
without
even
a
smut
on
my
face
,
for
Agnès
tidied
me
up
in
the
brougham
before
we
arrived
at
the
gate
.
The
dust
in
the
train
was
horrid
.
It
is
a
nice
house
.
They
were
at
tea
when
I
was
ushered
in
;
it
was
in
the
hall
—
I
suppose
it
was
because
it
was
so
windy
outside
.
There
seemed
to
be
a
lot
of
people
there
;
and
they
all
stopped
talking
suddenly
,
and
stared
at
me
as
if
I
were
a
new
thing
in
the
Zoo
,
and
then
,
after
a
minute
,
went
on
with
their
conversations
at
the
point
they
had
left
off
.
Lady
Cecilia
pecked
my
cheek
,
and
gave
me
two
fingers
;
and
asked
me
,
in
a
voice
right
up
at
the
top
,
how
were
you
.
I
said
you
were
better
,
and
—
you
know
what
you
told
me
to
say
.
She
murmured
something
while
she
was
listening
to
what
a
woman
with
a
sweet
frock
and
green
eyes
was
saying
at
the
other
end
of
the
table
.
There
was
heaps
of
tea
.
She
waved
vaguely
for
me
to
sit
down
,
which
I
did
;
but
there
was
a
footstool
near
,
and
it
was
half
dark
,
so
I
fell
over
that
,
but
not
very
badly
,
and
got
safely
to
my
seat
.
Lady
Cecilia
—
continuing
her
conversation
across
the
room
all
the
time
—
poured
out
a
cup
of
tea
,
with
lumps
and
lumps
of
sugar
in
it
,
and
lots
of
cream
,
just
what
you
would
give
to
a
child
for
a
treat
!
and
she
handed
it
to
me
,
but
I
said
,
"
Oh
!
please
,
Lady
Cecilia
,
I
do
n't
take
sugar
!
"
She
has
such
bulgy
eyes
,
and
she
opened
them
wide
at
me
,
perfectly
astonished
,
and
said
,
"
Oh
!
then
please
ring
the
bell
;
I
do
n't
believe
there
is
another
clean
cup
.
"
Everybody
stopped
talking
again
,
and
looked
at
me
,
and
the
green-eyed
lady
giggled
—
and
I
rang
the
bell
,
and
this
time
did
n't
fall
over
anything
,
and
so
presently
I
got
some
tea
.
Just
as
I
was
enjoying
such
a
nice
cake
,
and
watching
all
the
people
,
quite
a
decent
man
came
up
and
sat
down
behind
me
.
Lady
Cecilia
had
not
introduced
me
to
anybody
,
and
he
said
,
"
Have
you
come
a
long
way
?
"
And
I
said
,
"
Yes
.
"
And
he
said
,
"
It
must
have
been
dusty
in
the
train
,
"
and
I
said
it
was
—
and
he
was
beginning
to
say
something
more
,
when
the
woman
with
the
green
eyes
said
,
"
Harry
,
do
hand
me
the
cucumber
sandwiches
,
"
and
so
he
had
to
get
up
,
and
just
then
Sir
Trevor
came
in
,
and
he
was
glad
to
see
me
.
He
is
a
jolly
soul
,
and
he
said
I
was
eight
when
he
last
saw
me
,
and
seemed
quite
surprised
I
had
grown
any
taller
since
!
Just
as
though
people
could
stay
at
eight
!
Then
he
patted
my
cheek
,
and
said
,
"
You
're
a
beauty
,
Elizabeth
,
"
and
Lady
Cecilia
's
eyes
bulged
at
him
a
good
deal
,
and
she
said
to
me
,
"
Would
n't
you
like
to
see
your
room
?
"
and
I
said
I
was
n't
a
bit
in
a
hurry
,
but
she
took
me
off
,
and
here
I
am
;
and
I
am
going
to
wear
my
pink
silk
for
dinner
,
and
will
finish
this
by-and-by
.
12.30
.
—
Well
,
I
have
had
dinner
,
and
I
found
out
a
good
many
of
their
names
—
they
mostly
arrived
yesterday
.
The
woman
with
the
green
eyes
is
Mrs.
de
Yorburgh-Smith
.
I
am
sure
she
is
a
pig
.
The
quite
decent
man
,
"
Harry
,
"
is
a
Marquis
—
the
Marquis
of
Valmond
—
because
he
took
Lady
Cecilia
in
to
dinner
.
He
is
playing
in
the
Nazeby
Eleven
.
There
is
a
woman
I
like
,
with
stick-out
teeth
;
her
name
is
Mrs.
Vavaseur
.
She
knows
you
,
and
she
is
awfully
nice
,
though
so
plain
,
and
she
never
looks
either
over
your
head
,
or
all
up
and
down
,
or
talks
to
you
when
she
is
thinking
of
something
else
.
There
are
heaps
more
women
,
and
the
eleven
men
,
so
we
are
a
party
of
about
twenty-five
;
but
you
will
see
their
names
in
the
paper
.
Such
a
bore
took
me
in
!
He
began
about
the
dust
again
,
but
I
could
not
stand
that
,
so
I
said
that
every
one
had
already
asked
me
about
it
.
So
he
said
"
Oh
!
"
and
went
on
with
his
soup
.
The
Cricket
Talk
At
the
other
side
was
another
of
the
Eleven
,
and
he
said
,
Did
I
like
cricket
?
And
I
said
,
No
,
I
hated
always
having
to
field
(
which
was
what
I
did
,
you
know
,
when
I
played
with
the
Byrne
boys
at
Biarritz
)
;
and
I
asked
him
if
he
was
a
good
player
,
and
he
said
"
No
,
"
so
I
said
I
supposed
he
always
had
to
field
too
,
then
;
and
he
said
,
No
,
that
sometimes
they
allowed
him
a
bat
,
and
so
I
said
I
was
sure
that
was
n't
the
same
game
I
played
;
and
he
laughed
as
if
I
had
said
something
funny
—
his
name
is
Lord
George
Lane
—
and
the
other
one
laughed
too
,
and
they
both
looked
idiots
,
and
so
I
did
not
say
any
more
about
that
.
But
we
talked
on
all
the
time
,
and
every
one
else
seemed
to
be
having
such
fun
,
and
they
all
call
each
other
by
pet
names
,
and
shorten
up
all
their
adjectives
(
it
is
adjectives
I
mean
,
not
adverbs
)
.
I
am
sure
you
made
a
mistake
in
what
you
told
me
,
that
all
well-bred
people
behave
nicely
at
dinner
,
and
sit
up
,
because
they
do
n't
a
bit
;
lots
of
them
put
their
elbows
on
the
table
,
and
nearly
all
sat
anyhow
in
their
chairs
.
Only
Lady
Cecilia
and
Mrs.
Vavaseur
behaved
like
you
;
but
then
they
are
both
quite
old
—
over
forty
.
They
all
talk
about
things
that
no
stranger
could
understand
,
but
I
dare
say
I
shall
pick
it
up
presently
.
And
after
dinner
,
in
the
drawing-room
,
Lady
Cecilia
did
introduce
me
to
two
girls
—
the
Roose
girls
—
you
know
.
Well
,
Lady
Jane
is
the
best
of
the
two
;
Lady
Violet
is
a
lump
.
They
both
poke
their
heads
,
and
Jane
turns
in
her
toes
.
They
have
rather
the
look
in
their
eyes
of
people
with
tight
boots
.
Violet
said
,
"
Do
you
bicycle
?
"
and
I
said
,
"
Yes
,
sometimes
;
"
and
she
said
,
with
a
big
gasp
:
"
Jane
and
I
adore
it
.
We
have
been
ten
miles
since
tea
with
Captain
Winchester
and
Mr.
Wertz
.
"
An
African
Millionaire
I
did
not
think
that
interesting
,
but
still
we
talked
.
They
asked
me
stacks
of
questions
,
but
did
not
wait
for
the
answers
much
.
Mr.
Wertz
is
the
African
millionaire
.
He
does
not
play
cricket
,
and
,
when
the
men
came
in
afterwards
,
he
crossed
over
to
us
,
and
Jane
introduced
him
to
me
when
he
had
talked
a
little
.
He
is
quite
a
sort
of
gentleman
,
and
is
very
much
at
home
with
every
one
.
He
laughed
at
everything
I
said
.
Mrs.
Smith
(
such
bosh
putting
"
de
Yorburgh
"
on
!
)
sat
on
a
big
sofa
with
Lord
Valmond
,
and
she
opened
and
shut
her
eyes
at
him
,
and
Jane
Roose
says
she
takes
every
one
's
friend
away
;
and
Lord
George
Lane
came
up
,
and
we
talked
,
and
he
was
n't
such
an
idiot
as
at
dinner
,
and
he
has
nice
teeth
.
All
the
rest
,
except
the
Rooses
and
me
,
are
married
—
the
women
,
I
mean
—
except
Miss
La
Touche
,
but
she
is
just
the
same
,
because
she
sits
with
the
married
lot
,
and
they
all
chat
together
,
and
Violet
Roose
says
she
is
a
cat
,
but
I
think
she
looks
nice
;
she
is
so
pretty
,
and
her
hair
is
done
at
the
right
angle
,
because
it
is
like
Agnès
does
mine
,
and
she
has
nice
scent
on
;
and
I
hope
it
wo
n't
rain
to-morrow
,
and
good-night
,
dear
Mamma
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
P.S.
—
Jane
Roose
says
Miss
La
Touche
will
never
get
married
;
she
is
too
smart
,
and
all
the
married
women
's
men
talk
to
her
,
and
that
the
best
tone
is
to
look
rather
dowdy
;
but
I
do
n't
believe
it
,
and
I
would
rather
be
like
Miss
La
Touche
.
E
.
Elizabeth
received
an
immediate
reply
to
her
letter
,
and
the
next
one
began
:
Nazeby
Hall
,
28th
July
.
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
I
am
sorry
you
find
I
use
bad
grammar
and
write
incoherently
,
and
you
do
n't
quite
approve
of
my
style
;
but
you
see
it
is
just
because
I
am
in
a
hurry
.
I
do
n't
speak
it
;
but
if
I
must
stop
to
think
of
grammar
and
that
,
I
should
never
get
on
to
tell
you
what
I
am
doing
here
,
so
do
,
dear
Mamma
,
try
and
bear
it
bravely
.
Well
,
everybody
came
down
to
breakfast
yesterday
in
a
hat
,
and
every
one
was
late
—
that
is
,
every
one
who
came
down
at
all
,
the
rest
had
theirs
upstairs
.
The
Cricket
Match
The
cricket
began
,
and
it
was
really
a
bore
.
We
sat
in
a
tent
,
and
all
the
nice
men
were
fielding
(
it
is
always
like
that
)
,
and
the
married
lot
sat
together
,
and
talked
about
their
clothes
,
and
Lady
Doraine
read
a
book
.
She
is
pretty
too
,
but
has
big
ears
.
Her
husband
is
somewhere
else
,
but
she
does
not
seem
to
miss
him
;
and
the
Rooses
told
me
her
hair
used
to
be
black
,
and
that
they
have
not
a
penny
in
the
world
,
so
I
think
she
must
be
clever
and
nice
to
be
able
to
manage
her
clothes
so
well
.
They
are
perfectly
lovely
,
and
I
heard
her
say
her
maid
makes
them
.
Miss
La
Touche
happened
to
be
next
me
,
so
she
spoke
to
me
,
and
said
my
hat
was
"
too
devey
for
words
"
(
the
blue
one
you
got
at
Caroline
's
)
;
and
by-and-by
we
had
lunch
,
and
at
lunch
Lord
Valmond
came
and
sat
by
me
,
and
so
Mrs.
Smith
did
too
,
and
she
gushed
at
me
.
He
seemed
rather
put
out
about
something
—
I
suppose
it
was
having
to
field
all
the
time
.
—
and
she
talked
to
him
across
me
,
and
she
called
him
"
Harry
"
lots
of
times
,
and
she
always
says
things
that
have
another
meaning
.
But
they
all
do
that
—
repeat
each
other
's
Christian
names
in
a
sentence
,
I
mean
—
just
like
you
said
that
middle-class
people
did
when
you
were
young
,
so
I
am
sure
everything
must
have
changed
now
.
Well
,
after
lunch
,
all
the
people
in
the
county
seemed
to
come
;
some
of
them
had
driven
endless
miles
,
and
we
sat
apart
,
I
suppose
to
let
them
see
how
ordinary
we
thought
them
;
and
Lady
Cecilia
was
hardly
polite
,
and
the
others
were
more
or
less
rude
;
but
presently
something
happened
—
I
do
n't
know
what
—
and
the
nice
men
had
not
to
field
any
more
.
Perhaps
they
could
not
stand
it
any
longer
,
and
so
every
one
who
had
been
yawning
woke
up
,
and
Mr.
Wertz
,
who
had
been
writing
letters
all
this
time
,
appeared
,
and
Lady
Doraine
made
room
for
him
beside
her
,
and
they
talked
;
and
when
our
Eleven
had
drunk
something
they
came
and
lay
on
the
grass
near
us
,
and
we
had
such
a
nice
time
.
There
is
a
beautiful
man
here
,
and
his
name
is
Sir
Dennis
Desmond
,
and
his
grandfather
was
an
Irish
King
,
and
he
talks
to
me
all
the
time
,
and
his
mother
looks
at
him
and
frowns
;
and
I
think
it
silly
of
her
,
do
n't
you
?
And
if
I
were
a
man
I
would
n't
visit
with
my
mother
if
she
frowned
at
me
.
Do
you
know
her
?
She
dresses
as
if
she
were
as
young
as
I
am
.
She
had
a
blue
muslin
on
this
morning
,
and
her
hair
is
red
with
green
stripes
in
it
,
and
she
is
all
white
with
thick
pink
cheeks
,
and
across
the
room
she
does
n't
look
at
all
bad
;
but
close
!
Goodness
gracious
she
looks
a
hundred
!
And
I
would
much
sooner
have
nice
white
hair
and
a
cap
than
look
like
that
,
would
n't
you
?
I
'll
finish
this
when
I
come
to
bed
.
Sir
Dennis
Desmond
12.30
.
—
What
do
you
think
has
happened
?
Sir
Dennis
sat
beside
me
on
the
sofa
just
as
he
did
last
night
—
but
I
forget
,
I
have
not
yet
told
you
of
yesterday
and
last
night
;
but
never
mind
now
,
I
must
get
on
.
Well
,
he
said
I
was
a
perfect
darling
,
but
that
he
never
could
get
a
chance
to
say
a
word
to
me
alone
,
but
that
if
I
would
only
drop
my
glove
outside
my
door
it
would
be
all
right
;
and
I
thought
that
such
a
ridiculous
thing
to
say
,
that
I
could
n't
help
laughing
,
and
Lady
Cecilia
happened
to
be
passing
,
and
so
she
asked
me
what
I
was
laughing
at
,
and
so
I
told
her
what
he
had
said
,
and
asked
why
?
There
happened
to
be
a
pause
just
then
and
,
as
one
has
to
speak
rather
loud
to
Lady
Cecilia
to
attract
her
attention
,
every
one
heard
,
and
they
all
looked
flabergasted
;
and
then
all
shrieked
with
laughter
,
and
Sir
Dennis
said
so
crossly
,
"
Little
fool
!
"
and
Lady
Desmond
simply
glared
at
me
,
and
Lady
Cecilia
said
,
"
Really
,
Elizabeth
!
"
and
Sir
Dennis
got
purple
in
the
face
,
and
Jane
Roose
whispered
,
"
How
could
you
dare
with
his
wife
listening
!
"
and
every
one
talked
and
chaffed
.
It
was
too
stupid
about
nothing
;
but
the
astonishing
part
is
,
that
funny
old
thing
I
thought
was
the
mother
turns
out
to
be
his
wife
!
Imagine
!
years
and
years
older
than
him
!
Jane
Roose
said
he
had
to
marry
her
because
her
husband
died
;
but
I
think
that
the
most
absurd
reason
I
ever
heard
,
do
n't
you
?
Lots
of
people
's
husbands
die
,
and
they
do
n't
have
to
get
married
off
again
at
once
—
so
why
should
that
ugly
old
thing
,
specially
when
there
are
such
heaps
of
nice
girls
about
?
A
Man
of
Honour
Jane
Roose
said
it
was
so
honourable
of
him
,
but
I
call
it
crazy
—
unless
,
perhaps
,
he
was
a
great
friend
of
the
husband
's
,
who
made
him
promise
when
he
was
dying
,
and
he
did
not
like
to
break
his
word
.
How
he
must
have
hated
it
!
I
wonder
if
he
had
ever
met
her
before
,
or
if
the
husband
made
him
take
her
,
a
pig
in
a
poke
.
I
expect
that
was
it
,
because
he
never
could
have
done
it
if
he
had
ever
seen
her
.
I
ca
n't
think
why
he
is
so
cross
with
me
,
but
I
am
sorry
,
as
he
is
such
a
nice
man
.
Now
I
am
sleepy
,
and
it
is
frightfully
late
,
so
I
suppose
I
had
better
get
into
bed
.
Agnès
came
up
,
and
has
been
fussing
about
for
the
last
hour
.
Best
love
from
your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
Nazeby
Hall
,
30th
July
.
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
Yesterday
was
the
best
day
we
have
had
yet
;
the
nice
men
had
not
to
field
at
all
,
and
the
stupid
cricket
was
over
at
four
o'clock
,
and
so
we
went
into
the
gardens
and
lay
in
hammocks
,
and
Miss
La
Touche
had
such
nice
shoes
on
,
but
her
ankles
are
thick
.
Ghosts
in
the
Corridor
The
Rooses
told
me
it
was
n't
"
quite
nice
"
for
girls
to
loll
in
hammocks
(
and
they
sat
on
chairs
)
—
that
you
could
only
do
it
when
you
are
married
;
but
I
believe
it
is
because
they
do
n't
have
pretty
enough
petticoats
.
Anyway
,
Lady
Doraine
and
that
horrid
Smith
creature
made
a
place
for
me
in
the
empty
hammock
between
them
,
and
,
as
I
knew
my
"
frillies
"
were
all
right
,
I
hammocked
too
,
and
it
was
lovely
.
Lord
Valmond
and
Mr.
Wertz
were
lying
near
,
and
they
said
agreeable
things
,
at
least
I
suppose
so
,
because
both
of
them
—
Lady
Doraine
and
Mrs.
Smith
—
looked
purry-purry-puss-puss
.
They
asked
me
why
I
was
so
sleepy
,
and
I
said
because
I
had
not
slept
well
the
last
night
—
that
I
was
sure
the
house
was
haunted
.
And
so
they
all
screamed
at
me
,
"
Why
?
"
and
so
I
told
them
,
what
was
really
true
,
that
in
the
night
I
heard
a
noise
of
stealthy
footsteps
,
and
as
I
was
not
frightened
I
determined
to
see
what
it
was
,
so
I
got
up
—
Agnès
sleeps
in
the
dressing-room
,
but
,
of
course
,
she
never
wakes
—
I
opened
the
door
and
peeped
out
into
the
corridor
.
There
are
only
two
rooms
beyond
mine
towards
the
end
,
round
the
corner
,
and
it
is
dimly
lit
all
night
.
Well
,
I
distinctly
saw
a
very
tall
grey
figure
disappear
round
the
bend
of
the
hall
!
When
I
got
thus
far
every
one
dropped
their
books
and
listened
with
rapt
attention
,
and
I
could
see
them
exchanging
looks
,
so
I
am
sure
they
know
it
is
haunted
,
and
were
trying
to
keep
it
from
me
.
I
asked
Mrs.
Smith
if
she
had
seen
or
heard
anything
,
because
she
sleeps
in
one
of
the
rooms
.
She
looked
perfectly
green
,
but
she
said
she
had
not
heard
a
sound
,
and
had
slept
like
a
top
,
and
that
I
must
have
dreamt
it
.
Then
Lady
Doraine
and
every
one
talked
at
once
,
and
Lord
Valmond
asked
did
any
one
know
if
the
London
evening
papers
had
come
.
But
I
was
not
going
to
be
put
off
like
that
,
so
I
just
said
,
"
I
know
you
all
know
it
is
haunted
and
are
putting
me
off
because
you
think
I
'll
be
frightened
;
but
I
assure
you
I
am
not
,
and
if
I
hear
the
noise
again
I
am
going
to
rush
out
and
see
the
ghost
close
.
"
Then
every
one
looked
simply
ahuri
.
So
I
mean
to
get
the
ghost
story
out
of
Sir
Trevor
to-night
after
dinner
—
I
had
not
a
chance
yesterday
—
as
I
am
sure
it
is
interesting
.
Mrs.
Smith
looked
at
me
as
if
she
wanted
to
poison
me
,
and
I
ca
n't
think
why
specially
,
can
you
?
Twelve
p.m.
—
I
asked
Sir
Trevor
if
the
house
is
haunted
,
and
he
said
,
"
God
bless
my
soul
,
no
!
"
and
so
I
told
him
,
and
he
nearly
had
a
fit
;
so
I
know
it
is
,
but
I
am
not
a
bit
frightened
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
Nazeby
Hall
,
Sunday
.
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
Agnès
and
I
go
to
Aunt
Mary
's
by
the
10
:
30
train
to-morrow
,
and
I
am
not
a
bit
sorry
,
although
I
have
enjoyed
myself
,
and
now
I
begin
to
feel
quite
at
home
with
every
one
—
at
least
,
some
of
them
;
but
such
a
tiresome
thing
happened
last
night
.
It
was
like
this
:
After
dinner
it
was
so
hot
that
we
all
went
out
on
the
terrace
,
and
,
as
soon
as
we
got
there
,
Mrs.
Smith
and
Lady
Doraine
and
the
rest
said
it
was
too
cold
,
and
went
in
again
;
but
the
moon
was
pretty
,
so
I
stayed
alone
,
and
presently
Lord
Valmond
came
out
,
and
stood
beside
me
.
There
is
such
a
nice
view
,
you
remember
,
from
there
,
and
I
did
n't
a
bit
want
to
talk
.
A
Kiss
and
a
Blow
He
said
something
,
but
I
was
n't
listening
,
when
suddenly
I
did
hear
him
say
this
:
"
You
adorable
enfant
terrible
,
come
out
and
watch
for
ghosts
to-night
;
and
I
will
come
and
play
the
ghost
,
and
console
you
if
you
are
frightened
!
"
And
he
put
his
horrid
arm
right
round
my
waist
,
and
kissed
me
—
somewhere
about
my
right
ear
—
before
I
could
realise
what
he
was
at
!
I
was
in
a
rage
,
as
you
can
fancy
,
Mamma
,
so
I
just
turned
round
and
gave
him
the
hardest
slap
I
could
,
right
on
the
cheek
!
He
was
furious
,
and
called
me
a
"
little
devil
,
"
and
we
both
walked
straight
into
the
drawing-room
.
I
suppose
I
looked
savage
,
and
in
the
light
I
could
see
he
had
great
red
finger
marks
on
his
face
.
Anyway
,
Mrs.
Smith
,
who
was
sitting
on
the
big
sofa
near
the
window
alone
,
looked
up
,
and
said
in
an
odious
voice
,
that
made
every
one
listen
,
"
I
am
afraid
,
Harry
,
you
have
not
enjoyed
cooing
in
the
moonlight
;
it
looks
as
if
our
sweet
Elizabeth
had
been
difficult
,
and
had
boxed
your
ears
!
"
That
made
me
wild
,
the
impudence
!
That
parvenue
calling
me
by
my
Christian
name
!
So
I
just
lost
my
temper
right
out
,
and
said
to
her
,
"
It
is
perfectly
true
what
you
say
,
and
I
will
box
yours
if
you
call
me
'
Elizabeth
'
again
!
"
Tableau
!
She
almost
fainted
with
astonishment
and
fury
,
and
when
she
could
get
her
voice
decent
enough
to
speak
,
she
laughed
and
said
—
"
What
a
charming
savage
!
How
ingenuous
!
"
Lord
Valmond
in
Disgrace
And
then
Lady
Cecilia
did
a
really
nice
thing
,
which
shows
that
she
is
a
brick
,
in
spite
of
having
bulgy
eyes
,
and
being
absent
and
tiresome
.
She
came
up
to
me
as
if
nothing
had
happened
,
and
said
,
"
Come
,
Elizabeth
,
they
are
waiting
for
you
to
begin
a
round
game
,
"
and
she
put
her
arm
through
mine
and
drew
me
into
the
billiard-room
,
and
on
the
way
she
squeezed
my
arm
,
and
said
,
in
a
voice
quite
low
down
for
her
,
"
She
deserved
it
,
"
and
I
was
so
touched
I
nearly
cried
.
From
where
I
sat
at
the
card-table
I
could
see
Mrs.
Smith
and
Lord
Valmond
,
and
they
were
quarrelling
.
She
looked
like
green
rhubarb
juice
,
and
he
had
the
expression
of
"
Damn
!
"
all
over
him
.
Of
course
I
did
not
say
good-night
to
him
,
and
I
hope
I
shall
never
see
him
again
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
300
EATON
PLACE
300
Eaton
Place
,
Tuesday
,
2nd
August
.
London
out
of
Season
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
The
train
from
Nazeby
was
so
late
and
Aunt
Mary
seemed
to
think
it
was
my
fault
—
so
unreasonable
of
her
,
just
because
they
had
waited
lunch
for
me
.
I
do
n't
believe
I
like
visiting
very
near
relations
as
much
as
ones
further
off
.
They
feel
they
can
say
anything
to
you
.
I
am
glad
I
have
only
got
to
sleep
here
the
one
night
.
I
had
not
eaten
my
omelette
before
Aunt
Mary
began
about
my
hair
.
She
said
of
course
it
was
very
nice
curling
like
that
,
but
it
was
a
pity
I
did
not
wear
a
net
over
it
all
to
keep
it
more
tidy
.
She
was
sure
you
spoilt
me
,
even
though
we
are
rich
,
letting
me
have
such
smart
clothes
.
She
had
heard
from
Nazeby
,
that
I
had
had
on
a
fresh
frock
every
day
.
I
do
n't
know
who
could
have
written
to
her
.
She
has
got
to
look
much
older
in
the
two
years
we
have
been
abroad
and
the
corners
of
her
mouth
shut
with
a
snap
.
Perhaps
it
is
having
to
spend
part
of
the
year
with
her
mother-in-law
.
Cousinly
Curiosity
Lettice
and
Clara
are
just
the
same
as
they
were
,
not
a
bit
of
difference
since
they
came
out
.
They
are
as
tidy
as
can
be
,
not
a
hair
escapes
from
their
nets
!
and
their
heads
look
as
if
they
had
dozens
of
hairpins
in
them
,
and
because
it
is
out
of
the
season
they
have
gone
back
to
their
country
high
linen
collars
,
and
they
look
as
if
they
were
choking
.
I
hate
linen
collars
,
do
n't
you
,
Mamma
?
Two
Ethridge
aunts
are
staying
here
besides
me
,
and
we
all
have
to
sit
together
in
the
morning-room
,
as
everything
is
covered
up
in
the
drawing-rooms
,
ready
for
being
shut
up
next
week
,
when
they
go
to
Scotland
.
After
lunch
the
girls
did
nothing
but
question
me
about
what
we
had
done
at
Nazeby
.
They
said
Lady
Cecilia
only
asks
them
to
the
dullest
parties
.
They
knew
every
one
's
name
,
they
had
carefully
read
them
in
the
Morning
Post
.
They
wanted
especially
to
know
about
Lord
Valmond
because
Lettice
had
danced
with
him
once
this
season
.
They
thought
him
awfully
good-looking
.
I
said
he
was
an
odious
young
man
and
very
rude
.
So
Lettice
said
she
supposed
he
had
not
spoken
to
me
,
as
he
never
speaks
to
girls
.
I
told
them
that
was
quite
a
mistake
as
he
had
spoken
to
me
all
the
time
,
but
I
hated
him
.
And
do
you
know
,
Mamma
,
they
looked
as
if
they
did
not
believe
a
word
I
was
saying
;
which
was
not
very
polite
I
think
.
When
we
got
upstairs
they
wanted
to
see
all
my
clothes
,
but
fortunately
Agnès
had
only
taken
out
one
or
two
things
,
and
they
asked
me
to
let
their
maid
take
patterns
of
everything
.
Of
course
I
could
not
refuse
,
but
I
hate
my
things
being
mauled
over
by
strange
females
,
and
Agnès
was
simply
furious
.
I
am
sure
she
will
scratch
the
maid
when
she
comes
to
ask
for
a
frock
.
They
tried
on
my
hats
all
at
the
wrong
angle
,
first
Clara
,
then
Lettice
,
and
made
faces
and
gave
little
screams
at
themselves
in
the
glass
,
and
no
wonder
,
for
they
looked
perfect
guys
in
them
,
with
their
tight
"
tongy
"
hair
.
Then
they
tossed
them
on
to
the
bed
as
they
finished
with
them
,
and
Agnès
kept
muttering
to
herself
like
distant
thunder
.
Finally
Lettice
danced
a
pas
seul
with
the
white
rose
toque
perched
on
the
back
of
her
head
,
and
she
made
such
kicks
and
jumps
that
it
lurched
off
,
and
landed
in
the
water
jug
!
At
that
Agnès
got
beside
herself
.
"
Fi
!
donc
,
Mademoiselle
!
"
she
screamed
,
"
ça
c'est
trop
fort
!
"
On
the
Water
Shoot
The
hat
is
quite
spoilt
,
so
please
write
and
order
me
another
one
from
Caroline
's
,
like
a
nice
,
sweet
,
pretty
,
darling
Mamma
.
At
tea
they
were
all
so
interested
when
I
told
them
I
was
going
to
stay
in
France
with
the
de
Croixmares
.
One
of
the
Ethridge
aunts
(
Rowena
)
pricked
up
her
ears
at
once
,
and
asked
me
if
Madame
de
Croixmare
was
not
my
godmother
,
and
had
she
not
been
a
great
friend
of
poor
papa
's
.
So
I
told
her
yes
,
and
that
I
was
going
there
for
three
weeks
.
She
and
Aunt
Mary
exchanged
looks
,
I
do
n't
know
why
,
but
it
irritated
me
,
Mamma
,
and
I
rather
snapped
at
Aunt
Mary
when
she
began
about
my
hair
again
.
And
presently
I
heard
her
saying
to
the
other
aunt
that
it
was
a
pity
girls
nowadays
were
allowed
to
be
impertinent
to
their
elders
.
Of
course
there
was
not
a
thing
to
do
,
every
one
having
left
Town
,
so
in
the
evening
Uncle
Geoffrey
took
us
to
the
Exhibition
to
go
down
in
the
Water
Shoot
.
That
is
lovely
,
Mamma
,
only
I
had
to
sit
beside
Lettice
,
because
Clara
was
frightened
and
would
be
with
her
father
.
A
horrid
man
behind
,
who
,
I
suppose
,
was
not
holding
on
,
flopped
right
on
to
us
at
the
bump
in
the
water
,
and
then
said
,
"
Beg
pardon
,
dears
,
"
and
it
made
Uncle
Geoffrey
so
cross
he
would
not
let
us
go
down
any
more
,
and
we
had
to
go
home
and
to
bed
.
I
am
just
scribbling
this
before
breakfast
.
We
go
on
to
Great-aunt
Maria
's
by
the
eleven
train
.
I
am
glad
Cousin
Octavia
is
going
to
take
me
out
next
season
instead
of
Aunt
Mary
,
which
was
first
suggested
.
I
know
I
should
not
have
been
good
with
her
.
She
is
not
a
bit
like
you
,
darling
Mamma
.
I
hope
you
are
better
;
I
sha
n't
see
you
again
until
next
Saturday
,
when
I
leave
Heaviland
Manor
.
It
is
a
long
time
.
—
With
love
from
your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
HEAVILAND
MANOR
Heaviland
Manor
,
Wednesday
,
August
3rd
.
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
I
ca
n't
think
why
you
made
me
come
here
!
Agnès
has
been
so
sniffy
and
condescending
ever
since
this
morning
;
but
I
have
remarked
that
Uncle
John
's
valet
is
only
about
forty
and
has
a
roving
eye
!
so
perhaps
by
to-morrow
morning
I
sha
n't
have
my
hair
screwed
off
my
head
!
But
I
feel
for
Agnès
,
only
in
a
different
way
.
A
Quiet
Evening
It
is
a
stuffy
,
boring
place
.
You
remember
the
house
—
enormous
,
tidy
,
hideous
,
uncomfortable
.
Well
,
we
had
such
a
dinner
last
night
after
I
arrived
—
soup
,
fish
,
everything
popped
on
to
the
table
for
Great-uncle
John
to
carve
at
one
end
,
and
Great-aunt
Maria
at
the
other
!
A
regular
aquarium
specimen
of
turbot
sat
on
its
dish
opposite
him
,
while
Aunt
Maria
had
a
huge
lot
of
soles
.
And
there
was
n't
any
need
,
because
there
were
four
men-servants
in
the
room
who
could
easily
have
done
it
at
the
side
;
but
I
remember
you
said
it
was
always
like
that
when
you
were
a
little
girl
.
Well
,
it
got
on
to
puddings
.
I
forgot
to
tell
you
,
though
,
there
were
plenty
of
candles
on
the
table
,
without
shades
,
and
a
"
bouquet
"
of
flowers
,
all
sorts
(
I
am
sure
fixed
in
sand
)
,
in
a
gold
middle
thing
.
Well
,
about
the
puddings
—
at
least
four
of
them
were
planted
on
the
table
,
awfully
sweet
and
jammy
,
and
Uncle
John
was
quite
irritated
with
me
because
I
could
only
eat
two
;
and
Aunt
Maria
,
who
has
got
as
deaf
as
a
post
,
kept
roaring
to
old
Major
Orwell
,
who
sat
next
her
,
"
Children
have
no
healthy
appetites
as
in
our
day
.
Eh
!
what
?
"
And
I
wanted
to
scream
in
reply
,
"
But
I
am
grown
up
now
,
Aunt
Maria
!
"
Uncle
John
asked
me
every
question
over
and
over
,
and
old
Lady
Farrington
's
false
teeth
jumped
so
once
or
twice
that
I
got
quite
nervous
.
That
is
the
party
,
me
,
Major
Orwell
,
Lady
Farrington
,
and
Uncle
and
Aunt
.
When
dessert
was
about
coming
,
everything
thing
got
lifted
from
the
table
,
and
before
you
could
say
"
Jack
Robinson
"
off
whisked
the
cloth
.
I
was
so
unprepared
for
it
that
I
said
"
Oh
!
"
and
ducked
my
head
,
and
that
made
the
cloth
catch
on
old
Lady
Farrington
's
cap
—
she
had
to
sit
on
my
side
of
the
table
,
to
be
out
of
the
draught
—
and
,
was
n't
it
dreadful
,
it
almost
pulled
it
off
,
and
with
it
the
grey
curls
fixed
at
the
side
,
and
the
rest
was
all
bald
.
So
that
was
why
it
was
so
loose
—
there
was
nothing
to
pin
it
to
!
And
she
glared
at
me
,
and
fixed
it
as
straight
as
she
could
,
but
it
had
such
a
saucy
look
all
the
rest
of
the
evening
.
I
did
apologise
as
well
as
I
could
,
and
there
was
such
an
awkward
pause
;
and
after
dinner
we
had
coffee
in
the
drawing-room
,
and
then
in
a
little
time
tea
,
and
between
times
they
sat
down
to
whist
,
all
but
Aunt
Maria
—
so
they
had
to
have
a
dummy
.
She
wanted
to
hear
all
about
you
,
she
said
,
and
my
going
to
visit
in
France
;
and
so
I
had
to
bellow
descriptions
of
your
neuralgia
,
and
about
Mme
.
de
Croixmare
being
my
godmother
,
etc.
,
and
Aunt
Maria
says
,
"
Tut
,
tut
!
"
as
well
as
"
Eh
!
what
?
"
to
everything
.
I
had
not
remembered
a
bit
what
they
were
like
;
but
I
was
only
six
,
was
n't
I
,
when
we
came
last
?
After
she
had
asked
every
sort
of
thing
about
you
under
the
sun
,
she
kept
giving
longing
glances
at
the
dummy
's
cards
;
so
I
said
,
"
Oh
!
Aunt
Maria
,
I
am
afraid
I
am
keeping
you
from
your
whist
.
"
As
soon
as
I
could
make
her
hear
,
you
should
have
seen
how
she
hopped
up
like
a
two-year-old
into
the
vacant
seat
;
and
they
were
far
more
serious
about
it
than
any
one
was
at
Nazeby
,
where
they
had
hundreds
on
,
and
Aunt
Maria
and
the
others
only
played
for
counters
—
that
long
mother-o'-pearl
fish
kind
.
I
looked
at
a
book
on
the
table
,
Lady
Blessington
's
"
Book
of
Beauty
,
"
and
I
see
then
every
one
got
born
with
champagne-bottle
shoulders
.
Had
they
been
paring
them
for
generations
before
,
I
wonder
?
Because
old
John
,
the
keeper
at
Hendon
,
told
me
once
that
the
best
fox-terriers
arrive
now
without
any
tails
,
their
mothers
'
and
grand-mothers
'
and
great-grandmothers
'
having
been
cut
off
for
so
long
;
but
I
wonder
,
if
the
fashion
changed
,
how
could
they
get
long
tails
again
?
There
must
be
some
way
,
because
all
of
us
now
have
square
shoulders
.
But
what
was
I
saying
?
Oh
!
yes
,
when
I
had
finished
the
"
Beauty
Book
,
"
I
heard
Aunt
Maria
getting
so
cross
with
the
old
boy
opposite
her
.
"
You
've
revoked
,
Major
Orwell
,
"
she
said
,
whatever
that
means
.
An
Old
English
Dinner
Then
hot
spiced
port
came
in
—
it
was
such
a
close
night
—
and
they
all
had
some
,
and
so
did
I
,
and
it
was
good
;
and
then
candles
came
.
Such
lovely
silver
,
and
so
beautifully
cleaned
;
and
Aunt
and
Uncle
kissed
me
.
I
dodged
Lady
Farrington
's
false
teeth
,
because
,
after
her
cap
incident
,
she
might
have
bitten
me
.
And
Uncle
said
,
"
Too
late
,
too
late
for
a
little
one
to
sit
up
—
no
beauty
sleep
!
"
And
Aunt
Maria
said
,
"
Tut
,
tut
!
"
and
I
thought
it
must
be
the
middle
of
the
night
—
it
felt
like
it
.
But
do
you
know
,
Mamma
,
when
I
got
upstairs
to
my
room
it
was
only
half-past
ten
!
I
have
such
a
huge
room
,
with
a
four-post
feather
bed
in
it
.
I
had
let
Agnès
go
to
bed
directly
after
her
supper
,
with
a
toothache
,
so
I
had
to
get
undressed
by
myself
;
and
I
was
afraid
to
climb
in
from
the
side
,
it
was
so
high
up
.
But
I
found
some
steps
with
blue
carpet
on
them
,
as
well
as
a
table
with
a
Bible
,
and
a
funny
old
china
medicine
spoon
,
and
glass
and
water-jug
on
it
;
and
the
steps
did
nicely
,
for
when
I
got
to
the
top
,
I
just
took
a
header
into
the
feathers
.
It
seemed
quite
comfy
at
first
,
but
in
a
few
minutes
,
goodness
gracious
,
I
was
suffocated
!
And
it
was
such
a
business
getting
the
whole
mass
on
the
floor
;
and
then
I
did
not
know
very
well
how
to
make
the
bed
again
,
and
I
had
not
a
very
good
night
,
and
overslept
myself
in
the
morning
.
So
I
got
down
late
for
prayers
.
Uncle
John
reads
them
,
and
Aunt
Maria
repeats
responses
whenever
she
thinks
best
,
as
she
ca
n't
hear
a
word
;
but
I
suppose
she
counts
up
,
and
,
from
long
habit
,
just
says
"
Amen
"
when
she
gets
to
the
end
of
—
thirty
,
say
—
fancying
that
will
be
right
;
and
it
is
generally
.
Only
Uncle
John
stopped
in
the
middle
to
say
,
"
Damn
that
dog
!
"
as
Fido
was
whining
and
scratching
outside
,
so
that
put
her
out
and
brought
in
the
"
Amen
"
too
soon
.
Family
Prayers
After
breakfast
Aunt
Maria
jingled
a
large
bunch
of
keys
and
said
it
was
her
day
for
seeing
the
linen-room
,
and
would
n't
I
like
to
go
with
her
,
as
all
young
people
should
have
"
house-wifely
"
ideas
?
So
I
went
.
It
is
so
beautifully
kept
,
and
such
lovely
linen
,
all
with
lavender
between
it
;
and
she
talked
to
the
housekeeper
,
and
looked
over
everything
—
she
seemed
to
know
each
sheet
by
name
!
Then
we
went
to
the
storeroom
,
all
as
neat
as
a
new
pin
;
and
from
there
to
interview
all
the
old
people
from
the
village
,
who
were
waiting
with
requests
,
and
some
of
them
were
as
deaf
as
she
is
.
So
the
housekeeper
had
to
scream
at
both
sides
,
and
I
was
tired
when
we
got
back
,
and
did
want
to
rush
out
of
doors
;
but
I
had
to
wait
,
and
then
walk
between
Lady
Farrington
and
Aunt
Maria
up
and
down
the
path
in
the
sun
till
lunch
at
one
o'clock
;
and
after
that
we
went
for
a
drive
in
the
barouche
,
with
the
fattest
white
horses
you
ever
saw
,
and
a
coachman
just
like
Cinderella
's
one
that
had
been
a
rat
.
He
seemed
to
have
odd
bits
of
fur
on
his
face
and
under
his
chin
,
and
Aunt
Maria
said
that
he
suffered
from
a
sore
throat
,
that
was
why
,
which
he
caught
at
Aunt
Mary
's
wedding
;
and
so
I
counted
up
—
and
as
Aunt
Mary
is
your
eldest
sister
,
it
must
have
been
more
than
twenty
years
ago
.
I
do
call
that
a
long
sore
throat
,
do
n't
you
?
and
I
would
n't
keep
a
coachman
with
a
beard
,
would
you
?
We
went
at
a
snail
's
pace
,
and
got
in
at
four
o'clock
,
and
then
there
was
tea
at
half-past
,
with
the
nicest
bread-and-butter
you
ever
tasted
.
And
after
that
I
said
I
must
write
to
you
,
and
so
here
I
am
,
and
I
feel
that
if
it
goes
on
much
longer
I
shall
do
something
dreadful
.
Now
good-bye
,
dearest
Mamma
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
Heaviland
Manor
,
Friday
,
August
5th
.
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
I
am
glad
to-morrow
will
soon
be
here
,
and
that
I
can
come
home
,
but
I
must
tell
you
about
yesterday
.
First
,
all
the
morning
it
rained
,
and
what
with
roaring
at
Aunt
Maria
and
holding
skeins
of
wool
for
Lady
Farrington
,
I
got
such
jumps
that
I
felt
I
should
scream
unless
I
got
out
;
so
after
lunch
,
while
they
were
both
having
a
nap
in
their
chairs
,
I
slipped
off
for
a
walk
by
myself
—
it
was
still
raining
,
but
not
much
;
I
took
Fido
,
who
is
generally
a
little
beast
,
and
far
too
fat
.
Lord
Valmond
Reappears
We
had
had
a
nice
scamper
,
and
had
turned
to
come
back
not
far
from
the
Park
,
when
who
do
you
think
came
riding
up
?
—
Lord
Valmond
!
The
last
person
one
expected
to
see
down
here
!
He
never
waited
a
second
when
he
saw
me
,
but
jumped
off
his
horse
and
beamed
—
just
as
if
we
had
parted
the
best
of
friends
!
!
!
Did
you
ever
hear
such
impudence
?
Of
course
I
should
have
walked
on
without
recognising
him
,
if
I
had
been
left
to
myself
,
but
he
took
me
so
by
surprise
that
I
had
shaken
hands
before
I
knew
,
and
then
it
was
too
late
to
walk
on
.
It
appears
he
has
a
place
down
here
which
he
never
comes
to
generally
,
but
just
happened
to
now
—
to
see
how
the
young
pheasants
were
doing
.
He
began
at
once
to
talk
,
as
if
I
had
never
been
angry
or
boxed
his
ears
at
all
!
It
really
exasperated
me
,
so
at
last
I
said
he
had
better
get
on
his
horse
again
,
as
I
wanted
to
run
on
with
Fido
;
so
then
he
said
he
had
just
been
on
his
way
to
call
on
Aunt
Maria
,
and
would
come
with
me
.
I
said
I
was
sure
that
was
n't
true
,
as
he
was
going
the
other
way
.
So
he
said
that
he
had
only
been
going
that
way
to
give
his
horse
a
little
exercise
,
and
that
he
intended
to
go
in
at
the
other
gate
.
I
said
I
was
sure
that
was
n't
true
either
,
as
there
was
no
way
round
that
way
,
unless
one
jumped
the
park
palings
.
So
he
said
that
was
what
he
had
intended
to
do
.
Just
then
we
came
to
the
turnstile
of
the
right-of-way
,
so
I
slipped
through
and
called
out
,
"
Then
I
wo
n't
keep
you
from
your
exercise
,
"
and
walked
on
as
fast
as
I
could
.
Lady
Farrington
's
Nap
What
do
you
think
he
did
,
Mamma
?
Simply
got
on
his
horse
,
and
jumped
those
palings
there
and
then
!
I
ca
n't
think
how
he
was
n't
killed
.
There
was
almost
no
take-off
,
and
the
fence
is
so
high
.
However
,
there
he
was
,
and
I
could
not
get
away
again
,
because
,
if
I
had
run
,
the
horse
could
easily
have
kept
up
with
me
.
But
I
only
said
"
Yes
"
and
"
No
"
all
the
way
to
the
house
,
so
he
could
not
have
enjoyed
it
much
.
We
went
straight
to
the
drawing-room
,
where
tea
was
almost
up
,
and
there
was
Lady
Farrington
alone
—
still
asleep
,
and
her
cap
had
fallen
right
back
,
and
all
the
bald
was
showing
;
and
just
then
a
carriage
drove
up
to
the
door
,
and
we
heard
visitors
and
the
footsteps
in
the
hall
.
I
had
just
time
to
cry
to
Lord
Valmond
,
"
Keep
them
back
while
I
wake
her
!
"
and
then
I
rushed
to
Lady
Farrington
,
and
shouted
in
her
ear
,
"
Visitors
!
and
—
and
—
your
cap
is
a
little
crooked
!
"
"
Eh
!
what
?
"
she
screamed
,
and
her
teeth
as
nearly
as
possible
jumped
on
to
the
carpet
.
She
simply
flew
to
the
mirror
,
but
,
as
you
know
,
it
is
away
so
high
up
she
could
n't
see
,
so
she
made
frantic
efforts
with
her
hands
,
and
just
got
it
to
cover
the
bald
,
in
a
rakish
,
one-sided
way
,
when
the
whole
lot
streamed
into
the
room
.
Lord
Valmond
looked
awfully
uncomfortable
.
Goodness
knows
what
he
had
said
to
them
to
keep
them
back
!
Anyway
,
Harvey
announced
"
Mrs.
and
the
Misses
Clarke
,
"
and
a
thin
,
very
high-nosed
person
,
followed
by
two
buffish
girls
,
came
forward
.
Lady
Farrington
said
,
"
How
d'ye
do
?
"
as
well
as
she
could
.
They
were
some
friends
of
hers
and
Aunt
Maria
's
,
who
are
staying
with
the
Morverns
,
I
gathered
from
their
conversation
.
They
must
have
thought
she
had
been
on
a
spree
since
last
they
met
!
I
could
hardly
behave
for
laughing
,
and
did
not
dare
to
look
at
Lord
Valmond
.
They
had
not
been
there
more
than
five
minutes
when
another
carriage
arrived
,
and
two
other
ladies
were
announced
.
"
The
Misses
Clark
!
"
The
other
Clarkes
glared
like
tigers
,
and
Lady
Farrington
lowered
her
chin
and
eyelashes
at
them
(
she
has
just
the
same
manners
as
the
people
at
Nazeby
,
although
she
is
such
a
frump
—
it
is
because
she
is
an
earl
's
daughter
,
I
suppose
)
,
and
she
called
out
to
Harvey
at
the
top
of
her
voice
,
"
Let
Lady
Worden
be
told
at
once
there
are
visitors
.
"
The
poor
new
things
looked
so
uncomfortable
,
that
I
felt
,
as
I
was
Aunt
Maria
's
niece
,
I
at
least
must
be
polite
to
them
;
so
I
asked
them
to
sit
down
,
and
we
talked
.
They
were
jolly
,
fat
,
vulgar
souls
,
who
have
taken
the
Ortons
'
place
they
told
me
,
and
this
was
their
return
visit
,
as
the
Ortons
had
asked
Aunt
Maria
to
call
.
They
were
quite
old
maids
,
past
thirty
,
with
such
funny
,
grand
,
best
smart
Sunday-go-to-meeting
looking
clothes
on
.
An
Afternoon
Call
It
appears
that
Harvey
had
sent
a
footman
up
to
Aunt
Maria
's
door
,
to
tell
of
the
first
Clarkes
'
arrival
,
and
then
,
terrified
by
Lady
Farrington
's
voice
,
had
rushed
up
himself
to
announce
the
second
lot
,
and
he
met
Aunt
Maria
on
the
stairs
coming
down
,
and
of
course
she
never
heard
the
difference
between
"
Mrs.
"
and
the
"
Misses
,
"
and
thought
he
was
simply
hurrying
her
up
for
the
first
set
.
So
in
she
sailed
all
smiles
,
and
as
Mrs.
Clarke
was
nearest
the
door
,
she
got
to
her
first
,
and
was
so
glad
to
see
her
.
"
Dear
,
dear
,
years
since
we
met
,
Honoria
,
"
she
said
;
"
and
these
are
all
your
bonny
girls
,
tut
,
tut
!
"
and
she
looked
at
the
fat
Clarks
who
came
next
.
"
Ah
!
yes
I
can
see
!
What
a
wonderful
likeness
to
poor
dear
Arthur
!
"
Furious
glances
from
Mrs.
Clarke
,
whose
daughters
are
my
age
!
"
And
this
must
be
Millicent
,
"
she
went
on
,
taking
the
second
fat
Clark
's
hand
.
"
Yes
,
yes
;
why
,
she
takes
after
you
,
my
dear
Honoria
,
tut
,
tut
!
"
and
she
squeezed
hands
,
and
beamed
at
them
all
in
the
kindest
way
.
Mrs.
Clarke
,
bursting
with
fury
,
tried
to
say
they
were
no
relations
of
hers
;
but
,
of
course
,
Aunt
Maria
could
not
catch
all
that
,
only
the
word
"
relations
,
"
and
she
then
caught
sight
of
the
buff
Clarklets
in
the
background
.
A
Friendly
Invitation
"
Ah
,
yes
!
I
see
,
these
are
your
girls
;
I
have
mistaken
your
other
relations
for
them
.
"
Then
she
turned
again
to
the
fat
Clarks
,
evidently
liking
their
jolly
faces
best
.
"
But
one
can
see
they
are
Clarkes
.
Let
me
guess
.
Yes
,
they
must
be
poor
Henry
's
children
!
"
At
this
,
Lord
Valmond
had
such
a
violent
fit
of
choking
by
the
tea-table
,
that
Aunt
Maria
,
who
hears
the
oddest
,
most
unexpected
things
,
caught
that
,
and
saw
him
,
and
saying
,
"
Howd
'
ye
do
?
"
created
a
diversion
.
Presently
I
heard
Lady
Farrington
roaring
in
a
whisper
into
her
ears
the
difference
between
the
Clarkes
and
the
Clarks
,
and
the
poor
dear
was
so
upset
;
but
her
kind
heart
came
up
trumps
,
and
she
was
awfully
nice
to
the
two
vulgar
Clarks
,
who
had
the
good
sense
to
go
soon
,
and
then
the
others
went
.
Then
she
got
Lord
Valmond
on
to
her
sofa
,
and
he
screamed
such
heaps
of
nice
things
into
her
ear
,
just
as
if
she
had
been
Mrs.
Smith
,
and
she
was
so
pleased
.
And
Uncle
John
came
in
,
and
they
talked
about
the
pheasants
,
and
he
asked
Lord
Valmond
to
dinner
on
Saturday
night
(
to-morrow
)
,
and
he
looked
timidly
at
me
,
to
see
if
I
was
still
angry
with
him
and
wanted
him
not
to
come
,
so
I
smiled
sweetly
,
and
he
accepted
joyfully
.
Is
n't
it
lovely
,
Mamma
?
I
shall
be
home
with
you
by
then
,
and
Lady
Farrington
and
Major
Orwell
are
going
too
!
So
he
will
have
to
play
dummy
whist
all
the
evening
with
Uncle
and
Aunt
,
and
eat
his
dinner
at
half-past
six
!
Now
,
good-night
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
HAZELDENE
COURT
Hazeldene
Court
,
Tuesday
,
9th
August
.
The
Horse
Show
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
There
is
a
huge
party
here
for
the
Horse
Show
,
and
I
daresay
I
shall
enjoy
myself
.
We
had
no
sooner
got
into
the
station
at
Paddington
than
in
the
distance
I
caught
sight
of
Lord
Valmond
.
I
pretended
not
to
see
him
,
and
got
behind
a
barrow
of
trunks
,
and
then
slipped
into
the
carriage
and
made
Agnès
sit
by
the
door
.
We
saw
him
walking
up
and
down
,
and
,
just
before
the
train
started
,
he
came
and
got
into
our
carriage
.
He
seemed
awfully
surprised
to
see
me
,
said
he
had
not
an
idea
he
should
meet
me
,
and
apologised
for
disturbing
me
,
but
he
said
all
the
other
carriages
were
full
.
He
seemed
so
uppish
and
unconcerned
that
I
felt
obliged
to
ask
him
how
he
enjoyed
his
dinner
with
Aunt
Maria
on
Saturday
.
He
said
he
had
enjoyed
it
awfully
,
and
that
Aunt
Maria
was
a
charming
hostess
.
He
asked
me
if
I
was
going
far
down
the
line
,
or
only
just
on
the
river
.
I
said
not
very
far
.
I
tried
to
be
as
stiff
as
possible
and
not
speak
,
and
I
did
not
tell
him
where
I
was
going
,
but
,
do
you
know
,
Mamma
,
there
is
no
snubbing
him
.
He
said
at
once
that
he
was
going
to
Hazeldene
Court
,
to
stay
with
his
cousins
the
Westaways
.
I
said
,
"
Indeed
!
"
and
he
said
,
"
Yes
,
are
n't
they
cousins
of
yours
too
?
"
and
when
I
said
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
he
felt
sure
we
were
related
,
and
might
n't
he
call
me
Elizabeth
!
!
!
I
just
told
him
I
thought
him
the
rudest
,
most
detestable
man
I
had
ever
met
;
and
if
he
spoke
to
me
again
at
all
,
I
should
ask
the
guard
to
find
me
another
carriage
.
Lord
Valmond
Presumes
He
was
awfully
surprised
,
and
said
he
had
not
meant
to
be
the
least
rude
;
he
thought
it
was
the
custom
for
cousins
to
call
each
other
by
their
Christian
names
,
and
his
name
was
Harry
.
(
Just
as
if
I
did
not
know
that
,
after
hearing
Mrs.
Smith
calling
him
every
few
minutes
!
)
I
said
in
a
freezing
tone
we
were
not
related
in
any
way
,
and
I
wished
to
read
the
paper
,
upon
which
he
produced
every
imaginable
kind
,
lots
of
ladies
'
papers
that
he
could
not
possibly
have
wanted
for
himself
.
I
do
n't
know
who
he
expected
to
meet
.
However
,
I
would
not
have
any
of
them
,
but
looked
at
a
Punch
I
had
bought
myself
.
You
know
that
uncomfortable
feeling
one
has
when
some
one
is
staring
at
one
—
it
makes
one
obliged
to
look
up
—
so
after
a
while
our
eyes
met
over
the
Punch
,
and
he
smiled
,
and
his
teeth
are
so
white
.
All
he
said
was
,
"
I
was
thinking
of
the
Clarkes
and
Clarks
.
"
And
in
spite
of
my
being
indignant
with
him
I
could
not
help
laughing
,
when
I
remembered
about
them
,
and
then
it
was
hard
to
be
very
stiff
again
at
once
.
The
Offending
Dimple
Just
about
this
time
Agnès
went
to
sleep
in
the
other
corner
,
and
the
moment
Lord
Valmond
saw
she
was
really
off
,
he
bent
forward
and
said
in
such
a
humble
voice
,
that
he
was
sorry
he
had
offended
me
at
Nazeby
;
he
had
yielded
to
a
sudden
temptation
,
and
he
could
only
ask
me
to
forgive
him
.
He
had
quite
mistaken
my
character
he
said
,
he
now
saw
I
was
a
serious
person
,
but
he
had
been
deceived
by
the
dimple
in
my
left
cheek
.
(
Now
is
n't
it
provoking
,
Mamma
,
to
have
a
dimple
like
that
,
that
gives
people
the
impression
they
may
treat
you
with
want
of
respect
?
)
I
said
I
did
not
believe
a
word
of
it
,
and
,
as
we
were
only
the
merest
acquaintances
,
it
did
not
matter
whether
I
forgave
him
or
not
,
and
I
hoped
he
would
not
mention
the
subject
again
.
He
then
asked
me
if
I
was
going
to
stop
at
Hazeldene
until
Saturday
.
So
you
see
,
Mamma
,
he
must
have
known
I
was
going
there
all
along
;
are
n't
men
odd
?
You
ca
n't
trust
them
one
minute
not
to
be
deceiving
you
,
only
I
think
on
the
whole
I
prefer
them
to
women
,
they
ca
n't
copy
your
clothes
at
all
events
.
After
that
he
seemed
to
think
we
had
quite
made
everything
up
,
and
went
on
talking
in
the
friendliest
way
,
but
I
would
not
thaw
;
he
shall
not
have
the
chance
of
blaming
my
dimple
again
for
any
of
his
misconduct
!
At
last
I
said
I
hated
talking
in
the
train
,
and
pretended
to
go
to
sleep
.
But
I
could
not
get
really
off
,
because
every
time
I
opened
my
eyes
just
to
see
where
we
were
,
I
found
him
looking
at
me
.
A
huge
omnibus
was
waiting
for
us
when
we
arrived
,
and
several
more
guests
had
come
