‘All?’ said Helen.

‘All that they can touch, all that depends upon sympathy,’ said Elizabeth.

‘Well, but I do not see—­’ said Katherine.

‘No, no,’ said Elizabeth, ’we all know that you will be happy enough, with your beloved Harriet.  How frivolous and silly you will be, by the end of the first evening she has been here!’

‘I am sure I think Harriet is very silly indeed,’ said Katherine; ’I cannot bear her vulgar ways, bouncing about as she does, and such dress I never did see.  Last time she was here, she had a great large artificial rose upon her bonnet; I wonder what Papa would say if he saw me in such a thing!’

‘Pray keep the same opinion of her all the time she is here, Kate,’ said Elizabeth; ’but I know you too well to trust you.  I only know they will keep me in a perpetual state of irritation all the time, and I hope that will not quite spoil my mind for the Service.’

‘How can you talk of Mamma’s relations in that way, Lizzie?’ said Helen.

‘I do not care whose relations they are,’ said Elizabeth; ’if people will be disagreeable, I must say so.’

‘Mrs. Staunton used to say,’ replied Helen, ’that people always ought to keep up their connexion with their relations, whether they like them or not.  There were some very stupid people, relations of Mr. Staunton’s, near Dykelands, whom Fanny and Jane could not endure, but she used to ask them to dinner very often, and always made a point—­’

‘Well, if I had any disagreeable relations,’ said Elizabeth, ’I would make a point of cutting them.  I do not see why relations have a right to be disagreeable.’

‘I do not see how you could,’ said Helen.  ’For instance, would you prevent Mamma from ever seeing the Major, her own brother?’

’He cannot be half so well worth seeing since he chose to marry such a horrid wife,’ said Elizabeth.

‘Would you never see Horace again, if he did such a thing?’ said Katherine; ‘I am sure I would not give him up.  Would you?’

‘I could trust Horace, I think,’ said Elizabeth; ’I will give him fair warning, and I give you and Helen warning, that if you marry odious people, I will have done with you.’

‘When I was at Dykelands,’ said Helen, ’everybody was talking about a man who had married—­’

‘Never mind Dykelands now, Helen,’ said Elizabeth, ’and do put down your pencil.  That drawing was tolerable before luncheon, but you have been making your tree more like Mr. Dillon’s Sunday periwig, every minute since I have been here.  And such a shadow!  But do not stop to mend it.  You will not do any good now, and here is some better work.  Mamma wants us to help to finish the cushions.  We must do something to earn the pleasure of having St. Austin’s Church consecrated on St. Austin’s day.’

‘What, do you mean that I am to work on that hard velvet?’ said Helen, who was a little mortified by the unsparing criticism on her drawing.