satisfied:
we want no help or pity: but we must live as we think right--that is
all."

"Indeed, my dear, I must say you do not look as if anything was amiss.
You look charmingly, indeed."

"Charmingly, indeed," echoed Sophia. "And Mrs Levitt was saying, that
Margaret seems to have grown quite handsome, this summer. I fancy Mrs
Rowland gets very few to agree with her as to Margaret being so very
plain."

"No, indeed. Margaret's countenance is so intelligent and pleasant that
I always said, from the beginning, that nobody but Mrs Rowland could
call her plain. I suppose we shall soon be losing her, Hester."

"Oh, no; not soon. She has no thought of leaving us at present. She
would not go in the spring, and sit beside Philip while he was learning
his lessons; and now, they will wait, I believe, till the lessons are
finished."

"She would not! Well, that shows what love will do. That shows what
her power over Mr Enderby is. We used to think--indeed, everybody used
to say it of Mr Enderby, that he always managed to do as he liked--he
carried all his points. Yet even he is obliged to yield."

"Margaret has a way of carrying her points too," said Hester: "the best
way in the world--by being always right."

"Mind that, Sophia. But, my dear Hester, I am really anxious about you.
I had no idea, I am sure--. I hope you get your natural rest."

"Perfectly, I assure you. Mrs Howell might envy me, if she still
`cannot sleep for matching of worsteds.' The simple truth is, Mrs
Grey, we never were so happy in our lives. This may seem rather
perverse; but so it is."

Mrs Grey sighed that Mrs Rowland could not be aware of this. Hester
thought it was no business of Mrs Rowland's; but Mrs Grey could not
but feel that it would be a great satisfaction that she should know that
those whom she hated, slept. She heard Margaret and Sydney saying
something in the middle of the grass-plot about the Milky Way: looking
up, she was surprised to perceive how plain it was, and how many stars
were twinkling in the sky. She was sure Hester must be dreadfully tired
with sauntering about so long. They had been very inconsiderate, and
must go away directly. Sydney must call his father.

"They are delightful young people, really," observed Mrs Grey to her
husband, during their walk home. "One never knows how to get away.
Lady Hunter little supposes what she loses in not cultivating them. Go
on before us, Sophia. Make haste h