“Never mind the future.  She will grow more used to the other boys, and gain more confidence in Fred. Things will right themselves, if we do not set them wrong.  And now, mark me.  You are not a mere child, who can plead the excuse of thoughtlessness for leading him into mischief; you know the greatness of the sin of disobedience, and the fearful responsibility incurred by conducing to it in others.  Do not help to lead him astray for the sake of—­of vanity—­of amusement.”

Something in the manner in which he pronounced these words conveyed to Beatrice a sense of the emptiness and worthlessness of her motives, and she answered earnestly, “I was wrong, papa; I know it is a love of saying clever things that often leads me wrong.  It was so to-day, for I could have stopped myself, but for the pleasure of making fun.  It is vanity, and I will try to subdue it.”

Beatrice had a sort of candid way of reasoning about her faults, and would blame herself, and examine her motives in a manner which disarmed reproof by forestalling it.  She was perfectly sincere, yet it was self-deception, for it was not as if it was herself whom she was analysing, but rather as if it was some character in a book; indeed, she would have described herself almost exactly as she is here described, except that her delineation would have been much more clever and more exact.  She would not have spared herself—­for this reason, that her own character was more a study to her than a reality, her faults rather circumstances than sins; it was her mind, rather than her soul, that reflected and made resolutions, or more correctly, what would have been resolutions, if they had possessed any real earnestness, and not been done, as it were, mechanically, because they became the occasion.

The conversation was concluded by the sound of the luncheon bell, and she ran up to take off her bonnet, her thoughts taking the following course:  “I am very sorry; it is too bad to tease poor Fred, cruel and wrong, and all that, only if he would not look absurd!  It is too droll to see how provoked he is, when I take the least notice of Alex, and after all, I don’t think he cares for me half as much as Alex does, only it flatters his vanity.  Those great boys are really quite as vain as girls, not Alex though, good downright fellow, who would do anything for me, and I have put him to a hard proof to-night.  What a capital thought those charades are!  Fred will meet the others on common, nay, on superior ground, and there will be none of these foolish questions who can be most manly mad.  Fred is really a fine spirited fellow though, and I thought papa could not find it in his heart to be angry with him.  How capitally he will act, and how lovely Henrietta will look!  I must make them take to the charades, it will be so very delightful, and keep Fred quite out of mischief, which will set Aunt Mary at ease.  And how amused grandpapa will be!  What shall it be to-night?  What Alex can manage to act tolerably.  Ce n’est que le premier pas qui conte, and the premier pas must be with our best foot foremost.  I give myself credit for the thought; it will make all smooth.”