‘But I hope you are enjoying yourself, my dear?’ said Lady Merton.

‘Oh yes, Mamma,’ cried Anne; ’Lizzie is more delightful than ever, when we are alone.’

‘Are you taking a sudden romantic turn?’ said Lady Merton, smiling; ‘do you mean in future to keep one friend all to yourself?’

‘Oh no, Mamma,’ said Anne, laughing; ’I only meant that Lizzie is more like herself when we are alone together.  Sometimes when the others are there, she gets vexed, and says things which I do not like to hear, only for the sake of differing from them.’

‘I have seen something of the kind about her before,’ said Lady Merton, ‘but not enough to be unpleasant.’

‘No, Mamma, because you do not talk as Miss Hazleby did yesterday,’ said Anne, smiling.  ’She certainly did make a very ridiculous oration about officers and flirtations; but Lizzie, instead of putting a stop to it quietly and gently, only went into the other extreme, and talked about disliking all society.’

‘I am very sorry to hear this,’ said Lady Merton; ’I am afraid she will make herself absurd and disagreeable by this spirit of contradiction, even if nothing worse comes of it.’

‘It was not all out of a spirit of contradiction,’ said Anne, ’though she said this morning, that she was very tired and very cross yesterday evening.  But, Mamma, she also said that she thinks the time she spends in company wasted, and she really believes that no one dares to talk sense, or that if he does, everyone dislikes him.’

’That is only a little unconscious affectation of being wiser than other people, assisted by living in a place where there are the usual complement of dull people, and where her father’s situation prevents him from associating only with those whom he would prefer,’ said Lady Merton; ’her good sense will get the better of it.  I am much more anxious about this spirit of contradiction.’

’Yes, it certainly led her to be very unjust, as she acknowledged this morning,’ said Anne, ’and rather unkind to Helen.  But then it was no wonder that she was mad with the Hazlebys.’

Anne then told the history of poor Dora’s trouble, and was quite satisfied with her mother’s displeasure at Mrs. Hazleby, and her admiration of little Dora.

‘And what do you think of Helen?’ asked she presently.

‘I can hardly tell,’ said Anne, ’she is still very demure, with very little of Lizzie’s sparkling merriment; indeed, she does not seem in the least able to enter into a joke.  But then she said some very sensible things.  Lizzie said she wondered what we should think of her.  She thinks her very much improved, but complains that she has lost her home feelings, and cares only for Dykelands; I scarcely know what she means.’

‘I think that I can guess,’ said Lady Merton, ’from knowing a little more of Mrs. Staunton’s character.  She is a very amiable person, and has in reality, I believe, plenty of good sense; but she has allowed herself to fall into an exaggerated style of feeling and expression, which, I dare say, bewitched a girl like Helen, and now makes her find home cold and desolate.’