Thepoor
man
did
not
know
what
the
ice
was
for
,
so
took
a
lump
and
put
it
in
his
soup
.
"
Elisabeth
laughed
.
"
The
younger
officers
began
to
giggle
,
as
you
are
doing
,
"
Miss
Farringdon
continued
;
"
but
the
colonel
,
to
whom
the
ice
was
handed
next
,
took
a
lump
and
put
it
in
his
soup
also
;
and
then
the
young
officers
did
not
want
to
laugh
any
more
.
The
colonel
was
a
perfect
gentleman
.
"
"
It
seems
to
me
,
"
said
Elisabeth
thoughtfully
,
"
that
you
've
got
to
be
good
before
you
can
be
polite
.
"
"
Politeness
appears
to
be
what
goodness
really
is
,
"
replied
Miss
Farringdon
,
"
and
is
an
attitude
rather
than
an
action
.
Fine
breeding
is
not
the
mere
learning
of
any
code
of
manners
,
any
more
than
gracefulness
is
the
mere
learning
of
any
kind
of
physical
exercise
.
The
gentleman
apparently
,
as
the
Christian
really
,
looks
not
on
his
own
things
,
but
on
the
things
of
others
;
and
the
selfish
person
is
always
both
unchristian
and
ill-bred
.
"
Elisabeth
gazed
wistfully
up
into
Miss
Farringdon
's
face
.
"
I
should
like
to
be
a
real
gentlewoman
,
Cousin
Maria
;
do
you
think
I
ever
shall
be
?
"
"
I
think
it
quite
possible
,
if
you
bear
all
these
maxims
in
mind
,
and
if
you
carry
yourself
properly
and
never
stoop
.
I
can
not
approve
of
the
careless
manners
of
the
young
people
of
to-day
,
who
loll
upon
easy-chairs
in
the
presence
of
their
elders
,
and
who
slouch
into
a
room
with
constrained
familiarity
and
awkward
ease
,
"
replied
Miss
Farringdon
,
who
had
never
sat
in
an
easy-chair
in
her
life
,
and
whose
back
was
still
as
straight
as
an
arrow
.
So
in
the
afternoon
of
that
day
Christopher
and
Elisabeth
attended
Mrs.
Bateson
's
tea-party
.
The
Batesons
lived
in
a
clean
little
cottage
on
the
west
side
of
High
Street
,
and
enjoyed
a
large
garden
to
the
rearward
.
It
was
a
singular
fact
that
whereas
all
their
windows
looked
upon
nothing
more
interesting
than
the
smokier
side
of
the
bleak
and
narrow
street
,
their
pigsties
commanded
a
view
such
as
can
rarely
be
surpassed
for
beauty
and
extent
in
England
.
But
Mrs.
Bateson
called
her
front
view
"
lively
"
and
her
back
view
"
dull
,
"
and
congratulated
herself
daily
upon
the
aspect
and
the
prospect
of
her
dwelling-place
.
The
good
lady
's
ideas
as
to
what
constitutes
beauty
in
furniture
were
by
no
means
behind
her
opinions
as
to
what
is
effective
in
scenery
.
Her
kitchen
was
paved
with
bright
red
tiles
,
which
made
one
feel
as
if
one
were
walking
across
a
coral
reef
,
and
was
flanked
on
one
side
with
a
black
oak
dresser
of
unnumbered
years
,
covered
with
a
brave
array
of
blue-and-white
pottery
.
An
artist
would
have
revelled
in
this
kitchen
,
with
its
delicious
effects
in
red
and
blue
;
but
Mrs.
Bateson
accounted
it
as
nothing
.
Her
pride
was
centred
in
her
parlour
and
its
mural
decorations
,
which
consisted
principally
of
a
large
and
varied
assortment
of
funeral-cards
,
neatly
framed
and
glazed
.
In
addition
to
these
there
was
a
collection
of
family
portraits
in
daguerreotype
,
including
an
interesting
representation
of
Mrs.
Bateson
's
parents
sitting
side
by
side
in
two
straight-backed
chairs
,
with
their
whole
family
twining
round
them
—
a
sort
of
Swiss
Family
Laocoon
;
and
a
picture
of
Mr.
Bateson
—
in
the
attitude
of
Juliet
and
the
attire
of
a
local
preacher
—
leaning
over
a
balcony
,
which
was
overgrown
with
a
semi-tropical
luxuriance
of
artificial
ivy
,
and
which
was
obviously
too
frail
to
support
him
.
But
the
masterpiece
in
Mrs.
Bateson
's
art-gallery
was
a
soul-stirring
illustration
of
the
death
of
the
revered
John
Wesley
.
This
picture
was
divided
into
two
compartments
:
the
first
represented
the
room
at
Wesley
's
house
in
City
Road
,
with
the
assembled
survivors
of
the
great
man
's
family
weeping
round
his
bed
;
and
the
second
depicted
the
departing
saint
flying
across
Bunhill
Fields
burying-ground
in
his
wig
and
gown
and
bands
,
supported
on
either
side
by
a
stalwart
angel
.
As
Elisabeth
had
surmised
,
the
entertainment
on
this
occasion
was
pork-pie
;
and
Mrs.
Hankey
,
a
near
neighbour
,
had
also
been
bidden
to
share
the
feast
.
So
the
tea-party
was
a
party
of
four
,
the
respective
husbands
of
the
two
ladies
not
yet
having
returned
from
their
duties
at
the
Osierfield
.
"
I
hope
that
you
'll
all
make
yourselves
welcome
,
"
said
the
hostess
,
after
they
had
sat
down
at
the
festive
board
.
"
Master
Christopher
,
my
dear
,
will
you
kindly
ask
a
blessing
?
"
Christopher
asked
a
blessing
as
kindly
as
he
could
,
and
Mrs.
Bateson
continued
:
"
Well
,
to
be
sure
,
it
is
a
pleasure
to
see
you
looking
so
tall
and
strong
,
Master
Christopher
,
after
all
your
schooling
.
I
'm
not
in
favour
of
much
schooling
myself
,
as
I
think
it
hinders
young
folks
from
growing
,
and
puts
them
off
their
vittles
;
but
you
give
the
contradiction
to
that
notion
—
does
n't
he
,
Mrs.
Hankey
?
"
Mrs.
Hankey
shook
her
head
.
It
was
her
rule
in
life
never
to
look
on
the
bright
side
of
things
;
she
considered
that
to
do
so
was
what
she
called
"
tempting
Providence
.
"
Her
theory
appeared
to
be
that
as
long
as
Providence
saw
you
were
miserable
,
that
Power
was
comfortable
about
you
and
let
you
alone
;
but
if
Providence
discovered
you
could
bear
more
sorrow
than
you
were
then
bearing
,
you
were
at
once
supplied
with
that
little
more
.
Naturally
,
therefore
,
her
object
was
to
convince
Providence
that
her
cup
of
misery
was
full
.
But
Mrs.
Hankey
had
her
innocent
enjoyments
,
in
spite
of
the
sternness
of
her
creed
.
If
she
took
light
things
seriously
,
she
took
serious
things
lightly
;
so
she
was
not
without
her
compensations
.
For
instance
,
a
Sunday
evening
's
discourse
on
future
punishment
and
the
like
,
with
illustrations
,
was
an
unfailing
source
of
pure
and
healthful
pleasure
to
her
;
while
a
funeral
sermon
—
when
the
chapel
was
hung
with
black
,
and
the
bereaved
family
sat
in
state
in
their
new
mourning
,
and
the
choir
sang
Vital
Spark
as
an
anthem
—
filled
her
soul
with
joy
.
So
when
Mrs.
Bateson
commented
with
such
unseemly
cheerfulness
upon
Christopher
's
encouraging
appearance
,
it
was
but
consistent
of
Mrs.
Hankey
to
shake
her
head
.
"
You
can
never
tell
,
"
she
replied
—
"
never
;
often
them
that
looks
the
best
feels
the
worst
;
and
many
's
the
time
I
've
seen
folks
look
the
very
picture
of
health
just
before
they
was
took
with
a
mortal
illness
.
"
"
Ay
,
that
's
so
,
"
agreed
the
hostess
;
"
but
I
think
Master
Christopher
's
looks
are
the
right
sort
;
such
a
nice
colour
as
he
's
got
,
too
!
"
"
That
comes
from
him
being
so
fair
complexioned
—
it
's
no
sign
of
health
,
"
persisted
Mrs.
Hankey
;
"
in
fact
,
I
mistrust
those
fair
complexions
,
especially
in
lads
of
his
age
.
Why
,
he
ought
to
be
as
brown
as
a
berry
,
instead
of
pink
and
white
like
a
girl
.
"
"
It
would
look
hideous
to
have
a
brown
face
with
such
yellow
hair
as
mine
,
"
said
Christopher
,
who
naturally
resented
being
compared
to
a
girl
.
"
Master
Christopher
,
do
n't
call
anything
that
the
Lord
has
made
hideous
.
We
must
all
be
as
He
has
formed
us
,
however
that
may
be
,
"
replied
Mrs.
Hankey
reprovingly
;
"
and
it
is
not
our
place
to
pass
remarks
upon
what
He
has
done
for
the
best
.
"
"
But
the
Lord
did
n't
make
him
with
a
brown
face
and
yellow
hair
;
that
's
just
the
point
,
"
interrupted
Elisabeth
,
who
regarded
the
bullying
of
Christopher
as
her
own
prerogative
,
and
allowed
no
one
else
to
indulge
in
that
sport
unpunished
.
"
No
,
my
love
;
that
's
true
enough
,
"
Mrs.
Bateson
said
soothingly
:
"
a
truer
word
than
that
never
was
spoken
.
But
I
wish
you
could
borrow
some
of
Master
Christopher
's
roses
—
I
do
,
indeed
.
For
my
part
,
I
like
to
see
little
girls
with
a
bit
of
colour
in
their
cheeks
;
it
looks
more
cheerful-like
,
as
you
might
say
;
and
looks
go
a
long
way
with
some
folks
,
though
a
meek
and
quiet
spirit
is
better
,
taking
it
all
round
.
"
"
Now
Miss
Elisabeth
does
look
delicate
,
and
no
mistake
,
"
assented
Mrs.
Hankey
;
"
she
grows
too
fast
for
her
strength
,
I
'll
be
bound
;
and
her
poor
mother
died
young
,
you
know
,
so
it
is
in
the
family
.
"
Christopher
looked
at
Elisabeth
with
the
quick
sympathy
of
a
sensitive
nature
.
He
thought
it
would
frighten
her
to
hear
Mrs.
Hankey
talk
in
that
way
,
and
he
felt
that
he
hated
Mrs.
Hankey
for
frightening
Elisabeth
.
But
Elisabeth
was
made
after
a
different
pattern
,
and
was
not
in
the
least
upset
by
Mrs.
Hankey
's
gloomy
forebodings
.
She
was
essentially
dramatic
;
and
,
unconsciously
,
her
first
object
was
to
attract
notice
.
She
would
have
preferred
to
do
this
by
means
of
unsurpassed
beauty
or
unequalled
talent
;
but
,
failing
these
aids
to
distinction
,
an
early
death-bed
was
an
advertisement
not
to
be
despised
.
In
her
mind
's
eye
she
saw
a
touching
account
of
her
short
life
in
Early
Days
,
winding
up
with
a
heart-rending
description
of
its
premature
close
;
and
her
mind
's
eye
gloated
over
the
sight
.
The
hostess
gazed
at
her
critically
.
"
She
is
pale
,
Mrs.
Hankey
,
there
's
no
doubt
of
that
;
but
pale
folks
are
often
the
healthiest
,
though
they
may
n't
be
the
handsomest
.
And
she
is
wiry
,
is
Miss
Elisabeth
,
though
she
may
be
thin
.
But
is
your
tea
to
your
taste
,
or
will
you
take
a
little
more
cream
in
it
?
"
"
It
is
quite
right
,
thank
you
,
Mrs.
Bateson
;
and
the
pork-pie
is
just
beautiful
.
What
a
light
hand
for
pastry
you
always
have
!
I
'm
sure
I
've
said
over
and
over
again
that
I
do
n't
know
your
equal
either
for
making
pastry
or
for
engaging
in
prayer
.
"
Mrs.
Bateson
,
as
was
natural
,
looked
pleased
.
"
I
doubt
if
I
ever
made
a
better
batch
of
pies
than
this
.
When
they
were
all
ready
for
baking
,
Bateson
says
to
me
,
'
Kezia
,
'
he
says
,
'
them
pies
is
a
regular
picture
—
all
so
smooth
and
even-like
,
you
ca
n't
tell
which
from
t'other
.
'
'
Bateson
,
'
said
I
,
'
I
've
done
my
best
with
them
;
and
if
only
the
Lord
will
be
with
them
in
the
oven
,
they
'll
be
the
best
batch
of
pies
this
side
Jordan
.
'
"
"
And
so
they
are
,
"
said
Elisabeth
;
"
they
are
perfectly
lovely
.
"
"
I
'm
glad
you
fancy
them
,
my
love
;
take
some
more
,
deary
,
it
'll
do
you
good
.
"
"
No
,
thanks
;
I
'd
rather
have
a
wig
now
.
"
And
Elisabeth
helped
herself
to
one
of
the
three-cornered
cakes
,
called
"
wigs
,
"
which
are
peculiar
to
Mershire
.
"
You
always
are
fortunate
in
your
pigs
,
"
Mrs.
Hankey
remarked
;
"
such
fine
hams
and
such
beautiful
roaded
bacon
I
never
see
anywhere
equal
to
yours
.
It
'll
be
a
sad
day
for
you
,
Mrs.
Bateson
,
when
swine
fever
comes
into
the
district
.
I
know
no
one
as
'll
feel
it
more
.
"
"
Now
you
must
tell
us
all
about
your
niece
's
wedding
,
Mrs.
Hankey
,
"
Mrs.
Bateson
said
—
"
her
that
was
married
last
week
.
My
word
alive
,
but
your
sister
is
wonderful
fortunate
in
settling
her
daughters
!
That
's
what
I
call
a
well-brought-up
family
,
and
no
mistake
.
Five
daughters
,
and
each
one
found
peace
and
a
pious
husband
before
she
was
five-and-twenty
.
"
"
The
one
before
last
married
a
Churchman
,
"
said
Mrs.
Hankey
apologetically
,
as
if
the
union
thus
referred
to
were
somewhat
morganatic
in
its
character
,
and
therefore
no
subject
for
pride
or
congratulation
.
"
Well
,
to
be
sure
!
Still
,
he
may
make
her
a
good
husband
.
"
"
He
may
or
he
may
not
;
you
never
can
tell
.
It
seems
to
me
that
husbands
are
like
new
boots
—
you
ca
n't
tell
where
they
're
going
to
pinch
you
till
it
's
too
late
to
change
'
em
.
And
as
for
creaking
,
why
,
the
boots
that
are
quietest
in
the
shop
are
just
the
ones
that
fairly
disgrace
you
when
you
come
into
chapel
late
on
a
Sunday
morning
,
and
think
to
slip
in
quietly
during
the
first
prayer
;
and
it
is
pretty
much
the
same
with
husbands
—
those
that
are
the
meekest
in
the
wooing
are
the
most
masterful
to
live
with
.
"
"
What
was
the
name
of
the
Churchman
your
niece
married
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Bateson
.
"
I
forget
.
"
"
Wilkins
—
Tom
Wilkins
.
He
is
n't
a
bad
fellow
in
some
respects
—
he
is
steady
and
sober
,
and
never
keeps
back
a
farthing
of
his
wages
for
himself
;
but
his
views
are
something
dreadful
.
I
can
not
stand
them
at
any
price
,
and
so
I
'm
forever
telling
his
wife
.
"
"
Dear
me
!
That
's
sad
news
,
Mrs.
Hankey
.
"
"
Would
you
believe
it
,
he
do
n't
hold
with
the
good
old
Methodist
habit
of
telling
out
loud
what
the
Lord
has
done
for
your
soul
?
He
says
religion
should
be
acted
up
to
and
not
talked
about
;
but
,
for
my
part
,
I
ca
n't
abide
such
closeness
.
"
"
Nor
I
,
"
agreed
Mrs.
Bateson
warmly
;
"
I
do
n't
approve
of
treating
the
Lord
like
a
poor
relation
,
as
some
folks
seem
to
do
.
They
'll
go
to
His
house
and
they
'll
give
Him
their
money
;
but
they
're
fairly
ashamed
of
mentioning
His
Name
in
decent
company
.
"
"
Just
so
;
and
that
's
Tom
Wilkins
to
the
life
.
He
's
a
good
husband
and
a
regular
church-goer
;
but
as
for
the
word
that
edifieth
,
you
might
as
well
look
for
it
from
a
naked
savage
as
from
him
.
Many
a
time
have
I
said
to
his
wife
,
'
Tom
may
be
a
kind
husband
in
the
time
of
prosperity
,
as
I
make
no
doubt
he
is
—
there
's
plenty
of
that
sort
in
the
world
;
but
you
wait
till
the
days
of
adversity
come
,
and
I
doubt
that
then
you
'll
be
wishing
you
'd
not
been
in
such
a
hurry
to
get
married
,
but
had
waited
till
you
had
got
a
good
Methodist
!
'
And
so
she
will
,
I
'll
be
bound
;
and
the
sooner
she
knows
it
the
better
.
"
Mrs.
Bateson
sighed
at
the
gloomy
prospect
opening
out
before
young
Mrs.
Wilkins
;
then
she
asked
:
"
How
did
the
last
daughter
's
wedding
go
off
?
She
married
a
Methodist
,
surely
?
"
"
She
did
,
Mrs.
Bateson
;
and
a
better
match
no
mother
could
wish
for
her
daughter
,
not
even
a
duchess
born
;
he
's
a
chapel-steward
and
a
master-painter
,
and
has
six
men
under
him
.
There
he
is
,
driving
to
work
and
carrying
his
own
ladders
in
his
own
cart
,
like
a
lord
,
as
you
may
say
,
by
day
;
and
there
he
is
on
a
Thursday
evening
,
letting
and
reletting
the
pews
and
sittings
after
service
,
like
a
real
gentleman
.
As
I
said
to
my
sister
,
I
only
hope
he
may
be
spared
to
make
Susan
a
good
husband
;
but
when
a
man
is
a
chapel-steward
at
thirty-four
,
and
drives
his
own
cart
,
you
begin
to
think
that
he
is
too
good
for
this
world
,
and
that
he
is
almost
ripe
for
a
better
one
.
"
"
You
do
indeed
;
there
's
no
denying
that
.
"
"
But
the
wedding
was
beautiful
:
I
never
saw
its
equal
—
never
;
and
as
for
the
prayer
that
the
minister
offered
up
at
the
end
of
the
service
,
I
only
wish
you
'd
been
there
to
hear
it
,
Mrs.
Bateson
,
it
was
so
interesting
and
instructive
.
Such
a
lot
of
information
in
it
about
love
and
marriage
and
the
like
as
I
'd
never
heard
before
;
and
when
he
referred
to
the
bridegroom
's
first
wife
,
and
drew
a
picture
of
how
she
'd
be
waiting
to
welcome
them
both
,
when
the
time
came
,
on
the
further
shore
—
upon
my
word
,
there
was
n't
a
dry
eye
in
the
chapel
!
"
And
Mrs.
Hankey
wiped
hers
at
the
mere
remembrance
of
the
scene
.
"
But
what
did
Susan
say
?
"
asked
Elisabeth
,
with
great
interest
.
"
I
expect
she
did
n't
want
another
wife
to
welcome
them
on
the
further
shore
.
"
"
Oh
!
Miss
Elisabeth
,
what
a
naughty
,
selfish
little
girl
you
are
!
"
exclaimed
Susan
's
aunt
,
much
shocked
.
"
What
would
Miss
Farringdon
think
if
she
heard
you
?
Why
,
you
do
n't
suppose
,
surely
,
that
when
folks
get
to
heaven
they
'll
be
so
greedy
and
grasping
that
they
'll
want
to
keep
everything
to
themselves
,
do
you
?
My
niece
is
a
good
girl
and
a
member
of
society
,
and
she
was
as
pleased
as
anybody
at
the
minister
's
beautiful
prayer
.
"
Elisabeth
was
silent
,
but
unconvinced
.
"
How
is
your
sister
herself
?
"
inquired
Mrs.
Bateson
.
"
I
expect
she
's
a
bit
upset
now
that
the
fuss
is
all
over
,
and
she
has
n't
a
daughter
left
to
bless
herself
with
.
"
Mrs.
Hankey
sighed
cheerfully
.
"
Well
,
she
did
seem
rather
low-spirited
when
all
the
mess
was
cleared
up
,
and
Susan
had
gone
off
to
her
own
home
;
but
I
says
to
her
,
'
Never
mind
,
Sarah
,
and
do
n't
you
worry
yourself
;
now
that
the
weddings
are
over
,
the
funerals
will
soon
begin
.
'
You
see
,
you
must
cheer
folks
up
a
bit
,
Mrs.
Bateson
,
when
they
're
feeling
out
of
sorts
.
"
"
You
must
indeed
,
"
agreed
the
lady
of
the
house
,
feeling
that
her
guest
had
hit
upon
a
happy
vein
of
consolation
;
"
it
is
dull
without
daughters
when
you
've
once
got
accustomed
to
'
em
,
daughters
being
a
sight
more
comfortable
and
convenient
than
sons
,
to
my
mind
.
"
"
Well
,
you
see
,
daughters
you
can
teach
to
know
theirselves
,
and
sons
;
you
ca
n't
.
Though
even
daughters
can
never
rest
till
they
've
got
married
,
more
's
the
pity
.
If
they
knowed
as
much
about
men
as
I
do
,
they
'd
be
thanking
the
Lord
that
He
'd
created
them
single
,
instead
of
forever
fidgeting
to
change
the
state
to
which
they
were
born
.
"
"
Well
,
I
holds
with
folks
getting
married
,
"
argued
Mrs.
Bateson
;
"
it
gives
'
em
something
to
think
about
between
Sunday
's
sermon
and
Thursday
's
baking
;
and
if
folks
have
nothing
to
think
about
,
they
think
about
mischief
.
"
"
That
's
true
,
especially
if
they
happen
to
be
men
.
"
"
Why
do
men
think
about
mischief
more
than
women
do
?
"
asked
Elisabeth
,
who
always
felt
hankerings
after
the
why
and
wherefore
of
things
.
"
Because
,
my
dear
,
the
Lord
made
'
em
so
,
and
it
is
not
for
us
to
complain
,
"
replied
Mrs.
Hankey
,
in
a
tone
which
implied
that
,
had
the
rôle
of
Creator
been
allotted
to
her
,
the
idiosyncrasies
of
the
male
sex
would
have
been
much
less
marked
than
they
are
at
present
.
"
They
've
no
sense
,
men
have
n't
;
that
's
what
is
the
matter
with
them
.
"
"
You
never
spoke
a
truer
word
,
Mrs.
Hankey
,
"
agreed
her
hostess
;
"
the
very
best
of
them
do
n't
properly
know
the
difference
between
their
souls
and
their
stomachs
;
and
they
fancy
that
they
are
a-wrestling
with
their
doubts
,
when
really
it
is
their
dinners
that
are
a-wrestling
with
them
.
Now
take
Bateson
hisself
,
and
a
kinder
husband
or
a
better
Methodist
never
drew
breath
;
yet
so
sure
as
he
touches
a
bit
of
pork
,
he
begins
to
worn
hisself
about
the
doctrine
of
Election
till
there
's
no
living
with
him
.
"
"
That
's
a
man
all
over
,
to
the
very
life
,
"
said
Mrs.
Hankey
sympathetically
;
"
and
he
never
has
the
sense
to
see
what
's
wrong
with
him
,
I
'll
be
bound
.
"
"
Not
he
—
he
would
n't
be
a
man
if
he
had
.
And
then
he
'll
sit
in
the
front
parlour
and
engage
in
prayer
for
hours
at
a
time
,
till
I
says
to
him
,
'
Bateson
,
'
says
I
,
'
I
'd
be
ashamed
to
go
troubling
the
Lord
with
a
prayer
when
a
pinch
o
'
carbonate
o
'
soda
would
set
things
straight
again
.
'
"
"
And
quite
right
,
Mrs.
Bateson
;
it
's
often
a
wonder
to
me
that
the
Lord
has
patience
with
men
,
seeing
that
their
own
wives
have
n't
.
"
"
And
to
me
,
too
.
Now
Bateson
has
been
going
on
like
this
for
thirty
years
or
more
;
yet
if
there
's
roast
pork
on
the
table
,
and
I
say
a
word
to
put
him
off
it
,
he
's
that
hurt
as
never
was
.
Why
,
I
'm
only
too
glad
to
see
him
enjoying
his
food
if
no
harm
comes
of
it
;
but
it
's
dreary
work
seeing
your
husband
in
the
Slough
of
Despond
,
especially
when
it
's
your
business
to
drag
him
out
again
,
and
most
especially
when
you
particularly
warned
him
against
going
in
.
"
Mrs.
Hankey
groaned
.
"
The
Bible
says
true
when
it
tells
us
that
men
are
born
to
give
trouble
as
the
sparks
fly
upward
;
and
it
is
a
funny
Providence
,
to
my
mind
,
as
ordains
for
women
to
be
so
bothered
with
'
em
.
At
my
niece
's
wedding
,
as
we
were
just
speaking
about
,
'
Susan
,
'
I
says
,
'
I
wish
you
happiness
;
and
I
only
hope
you
wo
n't
live
to
regret
your
marriage
as
I
have
done
mine
.
'
For
my
part
,
I
ca
n't
see
what
girls
want
with
husbands
at
all
;
they
are
far
better
without
them
.
"
"
Not
they
,
Mrs.
Hankey
,
"
replied
Mrs.
Bateson
warmly
;
"
any
sort
of
a
husband
is
better
than
none
,
to
my
mind
.
Life
is
made
up
of
naughts
and
crosses
;
and
the
folks
that
get
the
crosses
are
better
off
than
those
that
get
the
naughts
,
though
that
husbands
are
crosses
I
ca
n't
pretend
to
deny
;
but
I
have
n't
patience
with
single
women
,
I
have
n't
—
they
have
nothing
to
occupy
their
minds
,
and
so
they
get
to
talking
about
their
health
and
such-like
fal-lals
.
"
"
Saint
Paul
did
n't
hold
with
you
,
"
said
Mrs.
Hankey
,
with
reproach
in
her
tone
;
"
he
thought
that
the
unmarried
women
minded
the
things
of
the
Lord
better
than
the
married
ones
.
"
"
Saint
Paul
did
n't
know
much
about
the
subject
,
and
how
could
he
be
expected
to
,
being
only
a
bachelor
himself
,
poor
soul
?
But
if
he
'd
had
a
wife
,
she
'd
soon
have
told
him
what
the
unmarried
women
were
thinking
about
;
and
it
would
n't
have
been
about
the
Lord
,
I
'll
be
bound
.
Now
take
Jemima
Stubbs
;
does
she
mind
the
things
of
the
Lord
more
than
you
and
I
do
,
Mrs.
Hankey
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
say
;
it
is
not
for
us
to
judge
.
"
"
Not
she
!
Why
,
she
's
always
worrying
about
that
poor
little
brother
of
hers
,
what
's
lame
.
I
often
wish
that
the
Lord
would
think
on
him
and
take
him
,
for
he
's
a
sore
burden
on
Jemima
,
he
is
.
If
you
're
a
woman
you
are
bound
to
work
for
some
man
or
another
,
and
to
see
to
his
food
and
to
bear
with
his
tantrums
;
and
,
for
my
part
,
I
'd
rather
do
it
for
a
husband
than
for
a
father
or
a
brother
.
There
's
more
credit
in
it
,
as
you
might
say
.
"
"
There
's
something
in
that
,
maybe
.
"
"
And
after
all
,
in
spite
of
the
botheration
he
gives
,
there
's
something
very
cheerful
in
having
a
man
about
the
house
.
They
keep
you
alive
,
do
men
.
The
last
time
I
saw
Jemima
Stubbs
she
was
as
low
as
low
could
be
.
'
Jemima
,
'
I
says
,
'
you
are
out
of
spirits
.
'
'
Mrs
.
Bateson
,
'
says
she
,
'
I
am
that
.
I
wish
I
was
either
in
love
or
in
the
cemetery
,
and
I
do
n't
much
mind
which
.
'
"
"
Did
she
cry
?
"
asked
Elisabeth
,
who
was
always
absorbingly
interested
in
any
one
who
was
in
trouble
.
With
her
,
to
pity
was
to
love
;
and
it
was
difficult
for
her
ever
to
love
where
she
did
not
pity
.
Christopher
did
not
understand
this
,
and
was
careful
not
to
appeal
to
Elisabeth
's
sympathy
for
fear
of
depressing
her
.
Herein
,
both
as
boy
and
man
,
he
made
a
great
mistake
.
It
was
not
as
easy
to
depress
Elisabeth
as
it
was
to
depress
him
;
and
,
moreover
,
it
was
sometimes
good
for
her
to
be
depressed
.
But
he
did
unto
her
as
he
would
she
should
do
unto
him
;
and
,
when
all
is
said
and
done
,
it
is
difficult
to
find
a
more
satisfactory
rule
of
conduct
than
this
.
"
Cry
,
lovey
?
"
said
Mrs.
Bateson
;
"
I
should
just
think
she
did
—
fit
to
break
her
heart
.
"
Thereupon
Jemima
Stubbs
became
a
heroine
of
romance
in
Elisabeth
's
eyes
,
and
a
new
interest
in
her
life
.
"
I
shall
go
and
see
her
to-morrow
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
take
her
something
nice
for
her
little
brother
.
What
do
you
think
he
would
like
,
Mrs.
Bateson
?
"
"
Bless
the
child
,
she
is
one
of
the
Good
Shepherd
's
own
lambs
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Bateson
,
with
tears
in
her
eyes
.
Mrs.
Hankey
sighed
.
"
It
is
the
sweetest
flowers
that
are
the
readiest
for
transplanting
to
the
Better
Land
,
"
she
said
;
and
once
again
Christopher
hated
her
.
But
Elisabeth
was
engrossed
in
the
matter
in
hand
.
"
What
would
he
like
?
"
she
persisted
—
"
a
new
toy
,
or
a
book
,
or
jam
and
cake
?
"
"
I
should
think
a
book
,
lovey
;
he
's
fair
set
on
books
,
is
Johnnie
Stubbs
;
and
if
you
'd
read
a
bit
to
him
yourself
,
it
would
be
a
fine
treat
for
the
lad
.
"
Elisabeth
's
eyes
danced
with
joy
.
"
I
'll
go
the
first
thing
to-morrow
morning
,
and
read
him
my
favourite
chapter
out
of
The
Fairchild
Family
;
and
then
I
'll
teach
him
some
nice
games
to
play
all
by
himself
.
"
"
That
's
a
dear
young
lady
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Bateson
,
in
an
ecstasy
of
admiration
.
"
Do
you
think
Jemima
will
cry
when
I
go
?
"
"
No
,
lovey
;
she
would
n't
so
far
forget
herself
as
to
bother
the
gentry
with
her
troubles
,
surely
.
"
"
But
I
should
n't
be
bothered
;
I
should
be
too
sorry
for
her
.
I
always
am
frightfully
interested
in
people
who
are
unhappy
—
much
more
interested
than
in
people
who
are
happy
;
and
I
always
love
everybody
when
I
've
seen
them
cry
.
It
is
so
easy
to
be
happy
,
and
so
dull
.
But
why
does
n't
Jemima
fall
in
love
if
she
wants
to
?
"
"
There
now
!
"
cried
Mrs.
Bateson
,
in
a
sort
of
stage
aside
to
an
imaginary
audience
.
"
What
a
clever
child
she
is
!
I
'm
sure
I
do
n't
know
,
dearie
.
"
"
It
is
a
pity
that
she
has
n't
got
a
Cousin
Anne
,
"
said
Elisabeth
,
her
voice
trembling
with
sympathy
.
"
When
you
've
got
a
Cousin
Anne
,
it
makes
everything
so
lovely
.
"
"
And
so
it
does
,
dearie
—
so
it
does
,
"
agreed
Mrs.
Bateson
,
who
did
not
in
the
least
understand
what
Elisabeth
meant
.
On
the
way
home
,
after
the
tea-party
was
over
,
Christopher
remarked
:
"
Old
Mother
Bateson
is
n't
a
bad
sort
;
but
I
ca
n't
stand
Mother
Hankey
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
She
says
such
horrid
things
.
"
He
had
not
yet
forgiven
Mrs.
Hankey
for
her
gloomy
prophecies
respecting
Elisabeth
.
"
Not
horrid
,
Chris
.
She
is
rather
stupid
sometimes
,
and
does
n't
know
when
things
are
funny
;
but
she
never
means
to
be
really
horrid
,
I
am
sure
.
"
"
Well
,
I
think
she
is
an
old
cat
,
"
persisted
Christopher
.
"
The
only
thing
I
do
n't
like
about
her
is
her
gloves
,
"
added
Elisabeth
thoughtfully
;
"
they
are
so
old
they
smell
of
biscuit
.
Is
n't
it
funny
that
old
gloves
always
smell
of
biscuit
.
I
wonder
why
?
"
"
I
think
they
do
,
"
agreed
Christopher
;
"
but
nobody
except
you
would
ever
have
thought
of
saying
it
.
You
have
a
knack
of
saying
what
everybody
else
is
thinking
;
and
that
is
what
makes
you
so
amusing
.
"
"
I
'm
glad
you
think
I
'm
amusing
;
but
I
ca
n't
see
much
funniness
in
just
saying
what
is
true
.
"
"
Well
,
I
ca
n't
explain
why
it
is
funny
;
but
you
really
are
simply
killing
sometimes
,
"
said
Christopher
graciously
.
The
next
day
,
and
on
many
succeeding
ones
,
Elisabeth
duly
visited
Jemima
Stubbs
and
the
invalid
boy
,
although
Christopher
entreated
her
not
to
worry
herself
about
them
,
and
offered
to
go
in
her
place
.
But
he
failed
to
understand
that
Elisabeth
was
goaded
by
no
depressing
sense
of
duty
,
as
he
would
have
been
in
similar
circumstances
;
she
went
because
pity
was
a
passion
with
her
,
and
therefore
she
was
always
absorbingly
interested
in
any
one
whom
she
pitied
.
Strength
and
success
and
such-like
attributes
never
appealed
to
Elisabeth
,
possibly
because
she
herself
was
strong
,
and
possessed
all
the
qualities
of
the
successful
person
;
but
weakness
and
failure
were
all-powerful
in
enlisting
her
sympathy
and
interest
and
,
through
these
,
her
love
.
As
Christopher
grew
older
he
dreamed
dreams
of
how
in
the
future
he
should
raise
himself
from
being
only
the
nephew
of
Miss
Farringdon
's
manager
to
a
position
of
wealth
and
importance
;
and
how
he
should
finally
bring
all
his
glories
and
honours
and
lay
them
at
Elisabeth
's
feet
.
His
eyes
were
not
opened
to
see
that
Elisabeth
would
probably
turn
with
careless
laughter
from
all
such
honours
thus
manufactured
into
her
pavement
;
but
if
he
came
to
her
bent
and
bruised
and
brokenhearted
,
crushed
with
failure
instead
of
crowned
with
success
,
her
heart
would
never
send
him
empty
away
,
but
would
go
out
to
him
with
a
passionate
longing
to
make
up
to
him
for
all
that
he
had
missed
in
life
.
A
few
days
after
Mrs.
Bateson
's
tea-party
he
said
to
Elisabeth
,
for
about
the
twentieth
time
:
"
I
say
,
I
wish
you
would
n't
tire
yourself
with
going
to
read
to
that
Stubbs
brat
.
"
"
Tire
myself
?
What
rubbish
!
nothing
can
tire
me
.
I
never
felt
tired
in
my
life
;
but
I
should
n't
mind
it
just
once
,
to
see
what
it
feels
like
.
"
"
It
feels
distinctly
unpleasant
,
I
can
tell
you
.
But
I
really
do
wish
you
'd
take
more
care
of
yourself
,
or
else
you
'll
get
ill
,
or
have
headaches
or
something
—
you
will
indeed
.
"
"
No
,
I
sha
n't
;
I
never
had
a
headache
.
That
's
another
of
the
things
that
I
do
n't
know
what
they
feel
like
;
and
yet
I
want
to
know
what
everything
feels
like
—
even
disagreeable
things
.
"
"
You
'll
know
fast
enough
,
I
'm
afraid
,
"
replied
Christopher
;
"
but
even
if
it
does
n't
tire
you
,
you
would
enjoy
playing
in
the
garden
more
than
reading
to
Johnnie
Stubbs
—
you
know
you
would
;
and
I
can
go
and
read
to
the
little
chap
,
if
you
are
set
on
his
being
read
to
.
"
"
But
you
would
much
rather
play
in
the
garden
than
read
to
him
;
and
especially
as
it
is
your
holidays
,
and
your
own
reading-time
will
soon
begin
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
do
n't
matter
.
Never
bother
your
head
about
me
;
remember
I
'm
all
right
as
long
as
you
are
;
and
that
as
long
as
you
're
jolly
,
I
'm
bound
to
have
a
good
time
.
But
it
riles
me
to
see
you
worrying
and
overdoing
yourself
.
"
"
You
do
n't
understand
,
Chris
;
you
really
are
awfully
stupid
about
understanding
things
.
I
do
n't
go
to
see
Jemima
and
Johnnie
because
I
hate
going
,
and
yet
think
I
ought
;
I
go
because
I
am
so
sorry
for
them
both
that
my
sorriness
makes
me
like
to
go
.
"
But
Christopher
did
not
understand
,
and
Elisabeth
could
not
make
him
do
so
.
The
iron
of
duty
had
entered
into
his
childish
soul
;
and
,
unconsciously
,
he
was
always
trying
to
come
between
it
and
Elisabeth
,
and
to
save
her
from
the
burden
of
obligation
which
lay
so
heavily
upon
his
spirit
.
He
was
a
religious
boy
,
but
his
religion
was
of
too
stern
a
cast
to
bring
much
joy
to
him
;
and
he
was
passionately
anxious
that
Elisabeth
should
not
be
distressed
in
like
manner
.
His
desire
was
that
she
should
have
sufficient
religion
to
insure
heaven
,
but
not
enough
to
spoil
earth
—
a
not
uncommon
desire
on
behalf
of
their
dear
ones
among
poor
,
ignorant
human
beings
,
whose
love
for
their
neighbour
will
surely
atone
in
some
measure
for
their
injustice
toward
God
.
"
You
see
,
"
Elisabeth
continued
,
"
there
is
nothing
that
makes
you
so
fond
of
people
as
being
sorry
for
them
.
The
people
that
are
strong
and
happy
do
n't
want
your
fondness
,
so
it
is
no
use
giving
it
to
them
.
It
is
the
weak
,
unhappy
people
that
want
you
to
love
them
,
and
so
it
is
the
weak
,
unhappy
people
that
you
love
.
"
"
But
I
do
n't
,
"
replied
Christopher
,
who
was
always
inclined
to
argue
a
point
;
"
when
I
like
people
,
I
should
like
them
just
the
same
as
if
they
went
about
yelling
Te
Deums
at
the
top
of
their
voices
;
and
when
I
do
n't
like
them
,
it
would
n't
make
me
like
them
to
see
them
dressed
from
head
to
foot
in
sackcloth
and
ashes
.
"
"
Oh
!
that
's
a
stupid
way
of
liking
,
I
think
.
"
"
It
may
be
stupid
,
but
it
's
my
way
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
like
me
better
when
I
cry
than
when
I
laugh
?
"
asked
Elisabeth
,
who
never
could
resist
a
personal
application
.
"
Good
gracious
,
no
!
I
always
like
you
the
same
;
but
I
'd
much
rather
you
laughed
than
cried
—
it
is
so
much
jollier
for
you
;
in
fact
,
it
makes
me
positively
wretched
to
see
you
cry
.
"
"
It
always
vexes
me
,
"
Elisabeth
said
thoughtfully
,
"
to
read
about
tournaments
,
because
I
think
it
was
so
horrid
of
the
Queen
of
Beauty
to
give
the
prize
to
the
knight
who
won
.
"
Christopher
laughed
with
masculine
scorn
.
"
What
nonsense
!
Who
else
could
she
have
given
it
to
?
"
"
Why
,
to
the
knight
who
lost
,
of
course
.
I
often
make
up
a
tale
to
myself
that
I
am
the
Queen
of
Beauty
at
a
tournament
;
and
when
the
victorious
knight
rides
up
to
me
with
his
visor
raised
,
I
just
laugh
at
him
,
and
say
,
'
You
can
have
the
fame
and
the
glory
and
the
cheers
of
the
crowd
;
that
's
quite
enough
for
you
!
'
And
then
I
go
down
from
my
daïs
,
right
into
the
arena
where
the
unhorsed
knight
is
lying
wounded
,
and
take
off
his
helmet
,
and
lay
his
head
on
my
lap
,
and
say
,
'
You
shall
have
the
prize
,
because
you
have
got
nothing
else
!
'
So
then
that
knight
becomes
my
knight
,
and
always
wears
my
colours
;
and
that
makes
up
to
him
for
having
been
beaten
at
the
tournament
,
do
n't
you
see
?
"
"
It
would
have
been
a
rotten
sort
of
tournament
that
was
carried
on
in
that
fashion
;
and
your
prize
would
have
been
no
better
than
a
booby-prize
,
"
persisted
Christopher
.
"
How
silly
you
are
!
I
'm
glad
I
'm
not
a
boy
;
I
would
n't
have
been
as
stupid
as
a
boy
for
anything
!
"
"
Do
n't
be
so
cross
!
You
must
see
that
the
knight
who
wins
is
the
best
knight
;
chaps
that
are
beaten
are
not
up
to
much
.
"
"
Well
,
they
are
the
sort
I
like
best
;
and
if
you
had
any
sense
you
'd
like
them
best
,
too
.
"
Whereupon
Elisabeth
removed
the
light
of
her
offended
countenance
from
Christopher
,
and
dashed
off
in
a
royal
rage
.
As
for
him
,
he
sighed
over
the
unreasonableness
of
the
weaker
sex
,
but
accepted
it
philosophically
as
one
of
the
rules
of
the
game
;
and
Chris
played
games
far
too
well
to
have
anything
but
contempt
for
any
one
who
rebelled
against
the
rules
of
any
game
whatsoever
.
It
was
a
man
's
business
,
he
held
,
not
to
argue
about
the
rules
,
but
to
play
the
game
according
to
them
,
and
to
win
;
or
,
if
that
was
out
of
his
power
,
to
lose
pluckily
and
never
complain
.
SCHOOL-DAYS
Up
to
eighteen
we
fight
with
fears
,
And
deal
with
problems
grave
and
weighty
,
And
smile
our
smiles
and
weep
our
tears
,
Just
as
we
do
in
after
years
From
eighteen
up
to
eighty
.
When
Elisabeth
was
sixteen
her
noonday
was
turned
into
night
by
the
death
of
her
beloved
Cousin
Anne
.
For
some
time
the
younger
Miss
Farringdon
had
been
in
failing
health
;
but
it
was
her
rôle
to
be
delicate
,
and
so
nobody
felt
anxious
about
her
until
it
was
too
late
for
anxiety
to
be
of
any
use
.
She
glided
out
of
life
as
gracefully
as
she
had
glided
through
it
,
trusting
that
the
sternness
of
her
principles
would
expiate
the
leniency
of
her
practice
;
and
was
probably
surprised
at
the
discovery
that
it
was
the
leniency
of
her
practice
which
finally
expiated
the
sternness
of
her
principles
.
She
left
a
blank
,
which
was
never
quite
filled
up
,
in
the
lives
of
her
sister
Maria
and
her
small
cousin
Elisabeth
.
The
former
bore
her
sorrow
better
,
on
the
whole
,
than
did
the
latter
,
because
she
had
acquired
the
habit
of
bearing
sorrow
;
but
Elisabeth
mourned
with
all
the
hopeless
misery
of
youth
.
"
It
is
no
use
trying
to
make
me
interested
in
things
,
"
she
sobbed
in
response
to
Christopher
's
clumsy
though
well-meant
attempts
to
divert
her
.
"
I
shall
never
be
interested
in
anything
again
—
never
.
Everything
is
different
now
that
Cousin
Anne
is
gone
away
.
"
"
Not
quite
everything
,
"
said
Christopher
gently
.
"
Yes
;
everything
.
Why
,
the
very
trees
do
n't
look
the
same
as
they
used
to
look
,
and
the
view
is
n't
a
bit
what
it
used
to
be
when
she
was
here
.
All
the
ordinary
things
seem
queer
and
altered
,
just
as
they
do
when
you
see
them
in
a
dream
.
"
"
Poor
little
girl
!
"
"
And
now
it
does
n't
seem
worth
while
for
anything
to
look
pretty
.
I
used
to
love
the
sunsets
,
but
now
I
hate
them
.
What
is
the
good
of
their
being
so
beautiful
and
filling
the
sky
with
red
and
gold
,
if
she
is
n't
here
to
see
them
?
And
what
is
the
good
of
trying
to
be
good
and
clever
if
she
is
n't
here
to
be
pleased
with
me
?
Oh
dear
!
oh
dear
!
Nothing
will
ever
be
any
good
any
more
.
"
Christopher
laid
an
awkward
hand
upon
Elisabeth
's
dark
hair
,
and
began
stroking
it
the
wrong
way
.
"
I
say
,
I
wish
you
would
n't
fret
so
;
it
's
more
than
I
can
stand
to
see
you
so
wretched
.
Is
n't
there
anything
that
I
can
do
to
make
it
up
to
you
,
somehow
?
"
"
No
;
nothing
.
Nothing
will
ever
comfort
me
any
more
;
and
how
could
a
great
,
stupid
boy
like
you
make
up
to
me
for
having
lost
her
?
"
moaned
poor
little
Elisabeth
,
with
the
selfishness
of
absorbing
grief
.
"
Well
,
anyway
,
I
am
as
fond
of
you
as
she
was
,
for
nobody
could
be
fonder
of
anybody
than
I
am
of
you
.
"
"
That
does
n't
help
.
I
do
n't
miss
her
so
because
she
loved
me
,
but
because
I
loved
her
;
and
I
shall
never
,
never
love
any
one
else
as
much
as
long
as
I
live
.
"
"
Oh
yes
,
you
will
,
I
expect
,
"
replied
Christopher
,
who
even
then
knew
Elisabeth
better
than
she
knew
herself
.
"
No
—
I
sha
n't
;
and
I
should
hate
myself
if
I
did
.
"
Elisabeth
fretted
so
terribly
after
her
Cousin
Anne
that
she
grew
paler
and
thinner
than
ever
;
and
Miss
Farringdon
was
afraid
that
the
girl
would
make
herself
really
ill
,
in
spite
of
her
wiry
constitution
.
After
much
consultation
with
many
friends
,
she
decided
to
send
Elisabeth
to
school
,
for
it
was
plain
that
she
was
losing
her
vitality
through
lack
of
an
interest
in
life
;
and
school
—
whatever
it
may
or
may
not
supply
—
invariably
affords
an
unfailing
amount
of
new
interests
.
So
Elisabeth
went
to
Fox
How
—
a
well-known
girls
'
school
not
a
hundred
miles
from
London
—
so
called
in
memory
of
Dr.
Arnold
,
according
to
whose
principles
the
school
was
founded
and
carried
on
.
It
would
be
futile
to
attempt
to
relate
the
history
of
Elisabeth
Farringdon
without
telling
in
some
measure
what
her
school-days
did
for
her
;
and
it
would
be
equally
futile
to
endeavour
to
convey
to
the
uninitiated
any
idea
of
what
that
particular
school
meant
—
and
still
means
—
to
all
its
daughters
.
When
Elisabeth
had
left
her
girlhood
far
behind
her
,
the
mere
mention
of
the
name
,
Fox
How
,
never
failed
to
send
thrills
all
through
her
,
as
God
save
the
Queen
,
and
Home
,
sweet
Home
have
a
knack
of
doing
;
and
for
any
one
to
have
ever
been
a
pupil
at
Fox
How
,
was
always
a
sure
and
certain
passport
to
Elisabeth
's
interest
and
friendliness
.
The
school
was
an
old
,
square
,
white
house
,
standing
in
a
walled
garden
;
and
those
walls
enclosed
all
the
multifarious
interests
and
pleasures
and
loves
and
rivalries
and
heart-searchings
and
soul-awakenings
which
go
to
make
up
the
feminine
life
from
twelve
to
eighteen
,
and
which
are
very
much
the
same
in
their
essence
,
if
not
in
their
form
,
as
those
which
go
to
make
up
the
feminine
life
from
eighteen
to
eighty
.
In
addition
to
these
,
the
walls
enclosed
two
lawns
and
an
archery-ground
,
a
field
and
a
pond
overgrown
with
water-lilies
,
a
high
mound
covered
with
grass
and
trees
,
and
a
kitchen-garden
filled
with
all
manner
of
herbs
and
pleasant
fruits
—
in
short
,
it
was
a
wonderful
and
extensive
garden
,
such
as
one
sees
now
and
then
in
some
old-fashioned
suburb
,
but
which
people
have
neither
the
time
nor
the
space
to
lay
out
nowadays
.
It
also
contained
a
long
,
straight
walk
,
running
its
whole
length
and
shaded
by
impenetrable
greenery
,
where
Elisabeth
used
to
walk
up
and
down
,
pretending
that
she
was
a
nun
;
and
some
delightful
swings
and
see-saws
,
much
patronized
by
the
said
Elisabeth
,
which
gave
her
a
similar
physical
thrill
to
that
produced
in
later
years
by
the
mention
of
her
old
school
.
The
gracious
personality
which
ruled
over
Fox
How
in
the
days
of
Elisabeth
had
mastered
the
rarely
acquired
fact
that
the
word
educate
is
derived
from
educo
,
to
draw
out
,
and
not
(
as
is
generally
supposed
)
from
addo
,
to
give
to
;
so
the
pupils
there
were
trained
to
train
themselves
,
and
learned
how
to
learn
—
a
far
better
equipment
for
life
and
its
lessons
than
any
ready-made
cloak
of
superficial
knowledge
,
which
covers
all
individualities
and
fits
none
.
There
was
no
cramming
or
forcing
at
Fox
How
;
the
object
of
the
school
was
not
to
teach
girls
how
to
be
scholars
,
but
rather
how
to
be
themselves
—
that
is
to
say
,
the
best
selves
which
they
were
capable
of
becoming
.
High
character
rather
than
high
scholarship
was
the
end
of
education
there
;
and
good
breeding
counted
for
more
than
correct
knowledge
.
Not
that
learning
was
neglected
,
for
Elisabeth
and
her
schoolfellows
worked
at
their
books
for
eight
good
hours
every
day
;
but
it
did
not
form
the
first
item
on
the
programme
of
life
.
And
who
can
deny
that
the
system
of
Fox
How
was
the
correct
system
of
education
,
at
any
rate
,
as
far
as
girls
are
concerned
?
Unless
a
woman
has
to
earn
her
living
by
teaching
,
what
does
it
matter
to
her
how
much
hydrogen
there
is
in
a
drop
of
rain-water
,
or
in
what
year
Hannibal
crossed
the
Alps
?
But
it
will
matter
to
her
infinitely
,
for
the
remainder
of
her
mortal
existence
,
whether
she
is
one
of
those
graceful
,
sympathetic
beings
,
whose
pathway
is
paved
by
the
love
of
Man
and
the
friendship
of
Woman
;
or
one
of
that
much-to-be-blamed
,
if
somewhat-to-be-pitied
,
sisterhood
,
who
are
unloved
because
they
are
unlovely
,
and
unlovely
because
they
are
unloved
.
It
is
not
good
for
man
,
woman
,
or
child
to
be
alone
;
and
the
companionship
of
girls
of
her
own
age
did
much
toward
deepening
and
broadening
Elisabeth
's
character
.
The
easy
give-and-take
of
perfect
equality
was
beneficial
to
her
,
as
it
is
to
everybody
She
did
not
forget
her
Cousin
Anne
—
the
art
of
forgetting
was
never
properly
acquired
by
Elisabeth
;
but
new
friendships
and
new
interests
sprang
up
out
of
the
grave
of
the
old
one
,
and
changed
its
resting-place
from
a
cemetery
into
a
garden
.
Elisabeth
Farringdon
could
not
be
happy
—
could
not
exist
,
in
fact
—
without
some
absorbing
affection
and
interest
in
life
.
There
are
certain
women
to
whom
"
the
trivial
round
"
and
"
the
common
task
"
are
all-sufficing
who
ask
nothing
more
of
life
than
that
they
shall
always
have
a
dinner
to
order
or
a
drawing-room
to
dust
,
and
to
whom
the
delinquencies
of
the
cook
supply
a
drama
of
never-failing
attraction
and
a
subject
of
never-ending
conversation
;
but
Elisabeth
was
made
of
other
material
;
vital
interests
and
strong
attachments
were
indispensable
to
her
well-being
.
The
death
of
Anne
Farringdon
had
left
a
cruel
blank
in
the
young
life
which
was
none
too
full
of
human
interest
to
begin
with
;
but
this
blank
was
to
a
great
measure
filled
up
by
Elisabeth
's
adoration
for
the
beloved
personage
who
ruled
over
Fox
How
,
and
by
her
devoted
friendship
for
Felicia
Herbert
.
In
after
years
she
often
smiled
tenderly
when
she
recalled
the
absolute
worship
which
the
girls
at
Fox
How
offered
to
their
"
Dear
Lady
,
"
as
they
called
her
,
and
of
which
the
"
Dear
Lady
"
herself
was
supremely
unconscious
.
It
was
a
feeling
of
loyalty
stronger
than
any
ever
excited
by
crowned
heads
(
unless
,
perhaps
,
by
the
Pope
himself
)
,
as
she
represented
to
their
girlish
minds
the
embodiment
of
all
that
was
right
,
as
well
as
of
all
that
was
mighty
—
and
represented
it
so
perfectly
that
through
all
their
lives
her
pupils
never
dissociated
herself
from
the
righteousness
which
she
taught
and
upheld
and
practised
.
And
this
attitude
was
wholly
good
for
girls
born
in
a
century
when
it
was
the
fashion
to
sneer
at
hero-worship
and
to
scoff
at
authority
when
the
word
obedience
in
the
Marriage
Service
was
accused
of
redundancy
,
and
the
custom
of
speaking
evil
of
dignities
was
mistaken
for
self-respect
.
As
for
Felicia
Herbert
,
she
became
for
a
time
the
very
mainspring
of
Elisabeth
's
life
.
She
was
a
beautiful
girl
,
with
fair
hair
and
clear-cut
features
;
and
Elisabeth
adored
her
with
the
adoration
that
is
freely
given
,
as
a
rule
,
to
the
girl
who
has
beauty
by
the
girl
who
has
not
.
She
was
,
moreover
,
gifted
with
a
sweet
and
calm
placidity
,
which
was
very
restful
to
Elisabeth
's
volatile
spirit
;
and
the
latter
consequently
greeted
her
with
that
passionate
and
thrilling
friendship
which
is
so
satisfying
to
the
immature
female
soul
,
but
which
is
never
again
experienced
by
the
woman
who
has
once
been
taught
by
a
man
the
nature
of
real
love
.
Felicia
was
much
more
religious
than
Elisabeth
,
and
much
more
prone
to
take
serious
views
of
life
.
The
training
of
Fox
How
made
for
seriousness
,
and
in
that
respect
Felicia
entered
into
the
spirit
of
the
place
more
profoundly
than
Elisabeth
was
capable
of
doing
;
for
Elisabeth
was
always
tender
rather
than
serious
,
and
broad
rather
than
deep
.
"
I
shall
never
go
to
balls
when
I
leave
school
,
"
said
Felicia
to
her
friend
one
day
of
their
last
term
at
Fox
How
,
as
the
two
were
sitting
in
the
arbour
at
the
end
of
the
long
walk
.
"
I
do
n't
think
it
is
right
to
go
to
balls
.
"
"
Why
not
?
There
can
be
no
harm
in
enjoying
oneself
,
and
I
do
n't
believe
that
God
ever
thinks
there
is
.
"
"
Not
in
enjoying
oneself
in
a
certain
way
;
but
the
line
between
religious
people
and
worldly
people
ought
to
be
clearly
marked
.
I
think
that
dancing
is
a
regular
worldly
amusement
,
and
that
good
people
should
openly
show
their
disapproval
of
it
by
not
joining
in
it
.
"
"
But
God
wants
us
to
enjoy
ourselves
,
"
Elisabeth
persisted
.
"
And
He
would
n't
really
love
us
if
He
did
n't
.
"
"
God
wants
us
to
do
what
is
right
,
and
it
does
n't
matter
whether
we
enjoy
ourselves
or
not
.
"
"
But
it
does
;
it
matters
awfully
.
We
ca
n't
really
be
good
unless
we
are
happy
.
"
Felicia
shook
her
head
.
"
We
ca
n't
really
be
happy
unless
we
are
good
;
and
if
we
are
good
we
shall
'
love
not
the
world
,
'
but
shall
stand
apart
from
it
.
"
"
But
I
must
love
the
world
;
I
ca
n't
help
loving
the
world
,
it
is
so
grand
and
beautiful
and
funny
.
I
love
the
whole
of
it
:
all
the
trees
and
the
fields
,
and
the
towns
and
the
cities
,
and
the
prim
old
people
and
the
dear
little
children
.
I
love
the
places
—
the
old
places
because
I
have
known
them
so
long
,
and
the
new
places
because
I
have
never
seen
them
before
;
and
I
love
the
people
best
of
all
.
I
adore
people
,
Felicia
;
do
n't
you
?
"
"
No
;
I
do
n't
think
that
I
do
.
Of
course
I
like
the
people
that
I
like
;
but
the
others
seem
to
me
dreadfully
uninteresting
.
"
"
But
they
are
not
;
they
are
all
frightfully
interesting
when
once
you
get
to
know
them
,
and
see
what
they
really
are
made
of
inside
.
Outsides
may
seem
dull
;
but
insides
are
always
engrossing
.
That
's
why
I
always
love
people
when
once
I
've
seen
them
cry
,
because
when
they
cry
they
are
themselves
,
and
not
any
make-ups
.
"
"
How
queer
to
like
people
because
you
have
seen
them
cry
!
"
"
Well
,
I
do
.
I
'd
do
anything
for
a
person
that
I
had
seen
cry
;
I
would
really
.
"
Felicia
opened
her
large
hazel
eyes
still
wider
.
"
What
a
strange
idea
!
It
seems
to
me
that
you
think
too
much
about
feelings
and
not
enough
about
principles
.
"
"
But
thinking
about
feelings
makes
you
think
about
principles
;
feelings
are
the
only
things
that
ever
make
me
think
about
principles
at
all
.
"
After
a
few
minutes
'
silence
Elisabeth
asked
suddenly
:
"
What
do
you
mean
to
do
with
your
life
when
you
leave
here
and
take
it
up
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
suppose
I
shall
fall
in
love
and
get
married
.
Most
girls
do
.
And
I
hope
it
will
be
with
a
clergyman
,
for
I
do
so
love
parish
work
.
"
"
I
do
n't
think
I
want
to
get
married
,
"
said
Elisabeth
slowly
,
"
not
even
to
a
clergyman
.
"
"
How
queer
of
you
!
Why
not
?
"
"
Because
I
want
to
paint
pictures
and
to
become
a
great
artist
.
I
feel
there
is
such
a
lot
in
me
that
I
want
to
say
,
and
that
I
must
say
;
and
I
can
only
say
it
by
means
of
pictures
.
It
would
be
dreadful
to
die
before
you
had
delivered
the
message
that
you
had
been
sent
into
the
world
to
deliver
,
do
n't
you
think
?
"
"
It
would
be
more
dreadful
to
die
before
you
had
found
one
man
to
whom
you
would
be
everything
,
and
who
would
be
everything
to
you
,
"
replied
Felicia
.
"
Oh
!
I
mean
to
fall
in
love
,
because
everybody
does
,
and
I
hate
to
be
behindhand
with
things
;
but
I
shall
do
it
just
as
an
experience
,
to
make
me
paint
better
pictures
.
I
read
in
a
book
the
other
day
that
you
must
fall
in
love
before
you
can
become
a
true
artist
;
so
I
mean
to
do
so
.
But
it
wo
n't
be
as
important
to
me
as
my
art
,
"
said
Elisabeth
,
who
was
as
yet
young
enough
to
be
extremely
wise
.
"
Still
,
it
must
be
lovely
to
know
there
is
