s held.
Mrs Enderby's complaints were nervous--nervous altogether. With
retirement from common acquaintances, and the society of the dear
children, and the attendance of a servant (most highly recommended) who
would not humour her fancies as Phoebe had done; and, above all, with a
medical attendant under the same roof for the present, she was to be
quite well immediately. Mr Walcot's countenance wore an expression of
perfect delight at the prospect, and Mr Grey's of the blackest
displeasure.

When the visitors were gone, Mr Walcot being allowed to find his way
out as he could, the little girls heard them discussed in the way which
might be expected, and were then desired to finish their catechism and
hymn. Mamma and Sophia were still flushed and agitated with what they
had been hearing and saying, when the low serious voices of Fanny and
Mary recited--the one an abjuration of all envy, malice, hatred, and
uncharitableness; and the other--

"Teach me to feel for others' woe,
To hide the faults I see;
The mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me."

"You have a warning, my dear," said Mrs Grey to Fanny, "in the lady who
was here just now--a terrible warning against malice and all those
faults. You see how unhappy she makes every one about her, by her
having indulged her temper to such a degree. You see--"

"Mary, my darling," said Mr Grey, "repeat that hymn to me again:--

"`Teach me to feel for others' woe,
To hide the faults I see.'

"Let us have that hymn over again, my dear child."

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.

GOING TO REST.

Mr Walcot had arrived nearly at the end of his letter to his parents,
when summoned to attend Mrs Rowland to call on the Greys. He was
afterwards glad that he had left room to put in that perhaps what Mr
Enderby had said about Deerbrook ought to be the less regarded, from its
having come out that he was in an entanglement with the sister-in-law of
this Mr Hope, when he had rather have been engaged to another person--
being actually, indeed, attached to a lady now abroad. He represented
that Mrs Rowland evidently paid very little regard to her brother's
views of Deerbrook affairs, now that his mind was in a state of
distraction between his proper attachment and his new entanglement. So
Mr Enderby's opinion ought not to go for more than it was worth.

The letter was still not quite finished when he was called to Mrs
Enderby. She was very ill, and Mr Rowland and