‘Oh yes,’ said Mrs. Hazleby, ‘the eldest of them.’

‘She has a remarkably fine countenance,’ said Mrs. Bouverie.

‘Do you admire her?’ said Mrs. Hazleby; ’well, I never could see anything so remarkably handsome in Lizzie Woodbourne.  Too thin, too sharp, too high-coloured; Kate is twenty times prettier, to say nothing of the little ones.’

‘I should not call Miss Woodbourne pretty,’ said Mrs. Bouverie, ’but I think her brow and eye exceedingly beautiful and full of expression.’

‘Oh yes,’ cried Mrs. Hazleby, ’she is thought vastly clever, I assure you, though for my part I never could see anything in her but pertness.’

‘She has not the air of being pert,’ said Mrs. Bouverie.

‘Oh! she can give herself airs enough,’ said Mrs. Hazleby; ’my poor sister-in-law has had trouble enough with her; just like her mother, they say.’

‘So I was thinking,’ said Mrs. Bouverie, looking at Elizabeth, who was stooping down to a little shy girl, and trying to hear her whispered request.

Mrs. Bouverie spoke in a tone so different from that which Mrs. Hazleby expected, that even she found that she had gone too far, and recollected that it was possible that Mrs. Bouverie might have known the first Mrs. Woodbourne.  She changed her note.  ’Just like her poor mother, and quite as delicate, poor girl.’

‘Is she indeed?’ said Mrs. Bouverie, in a tone of great interest.

’Yes, that she is, scarcely ever without a cough.  Full of spirits, you see—­rather too, much of it; but I should not be surprised any day—­’

At this moment Winifred came running up, to cry, ’Look, Aunt Hazleby, at the basket of balls; I have been to the house to fetch them, and now the boys are going away to the cricket-ground, and the girls are to have a famous game at play.’

Mrs. Hazleby only said, ‘Hm,’ but the other lady paid more attention to the little girl, who was very little troubled with shyness, and soon was very happy—­throwing the balls to the girls, and—­at the same time—­chattering to Mrs. Bouverie, and saying a great deal about ‘Lizzie,’ telling how Lizzie said that one little girl was good and another was naughty, that Lizzie said she should soon begin to teach her French; Lizzie taught her all her lessons, Mamma only heard her music; Lizzie had shewn her where to look in her Consecration-book, so that she should not be puzzled at Church to-day; Lizzie said she had behaved very well, and that she should tell Papa so; she had a red ribbon with a medal with Winchester Cathedral upon it, which Lizzie let her wear to shew Papa and Mamma when she was good at her lessons; she hoped she should wear it to-day, though she had not done any lessons, for Lizzie said it was a joyful day, like a Sunday.  All this made Mrs. Bouverie desirous of being acquainted with ‘Lizzie,’ but she could find no opportunity of speaking to her, as Elizabeth never willingly came near strangers, and was fully occupied with the school-children, so that she and Anne were the last to come in-doors to dress.