"Thursday the 19th, Harriet," said Lady Cumnor, meditatively; "what

do you say to coming down to the Towers on the 18th, and helping me

over that long day. You could stay in the country till Monday, and

have a few days' rest and good air; you would return a great deal

fresher to the remainder of your gaieties. Your father would bring

you down, I know: indeed, he is coming naturally."

"Oh, mamma!" said Lady Harriet, the youngest daughter of the

house--the prettiest, the most indulged; "I cannot go; there's the

water-party up to Maidenhead on the 20th, I should be so sorry to

miss it: and Mrs. Duncan's ball, and Grisi's concert; please, don't

want me. Besides, I should do no good. I can't make provincial

small-talk; I'm not up in the local politics of Hollingford. I should

be making mischief, I know I should."

"Very well, my dear," said Lady Cumnor, sighing, "I had forgotten the

Maidenhead water-party, or I would not have asked you."

"What a pity it isn't the Eton holidays, so that you could have had

Hollingford's boys to help you to do the honours, mamma. They are

such affable little prigs. It was the greatest fun to watch them last

year at Sir Edward's, doing the honours of their grandfather's house

to much such a collection of humble admirers as you get together at

the Towers. I shall never forget seeing Edgar gravely squiring about

an old lady in a portentous black bonnet, and giving her information

in the correctest grammar possible."

"Well, I like those lads," said Lady Cuxhaven; "they are on the way

to become true gentlemen. But, mamma, why shouldn't you have Clare to

stay with you? You like her, and she is just the person to save you

the troubles of hospitality to the Hollingford people, and we should

all be so much more comfortable if we knew you had her with you."

"Yes, Clare would do very well," said Lady Cumnor; "but isn't it her

school-time or something? We must not interfere with her school so

as to injure her, for I am afraid she is not doing too well as it is;

and she has been so very unlucky ever since she left us--first her

husband died, and then she lost Lady Davies' situation, and then Mrs.

Maude's, and now Mr. Preston told your father it was all she could

do to pay her way in Ashcombe, though Lord Cumnor lets her have the

house rent-free."

"I can't think how it is," said Lady Harriet. "She's not very wise,

certainly; but she is so useful and agreeable, and has such pleasant

manners, I should have thought any one who wasn't particular about

education would have been charmed to keep her as a governess."




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