our pleasures. I think,
Sophia, the Levitts will certainly call."

"Oh, yes, mamma, to-morrow, I have no doubt."

"Dr Levitt is our rector," observed Mrs Grey to her guests. "We are
dissenters, as you know, and our neighbour, Mrs Rowland, is very much
scandalised at it. If Mr Rowland would have allowed it, she would have
made a difficulty on that ground about having her children educated with
mine. But the Levitts' conduct might teach her better. They make no
difference on account of our being dissenters. They always call on our
friends the first day after they arrive,--or the second, at furthest. I
have no doubt we shall see the Levitts to-morrow."

"And Mrs Enderby, I am sure," said Sophia, "if she is at all able to
stir out."

"Oh, yes, Mrs Enderby knows what is right, if her daughter does not.
If she does not call to-morrow, I shall think that Mrs Rowland
prevented her. She can keep her mother within doors, as we know, when
it suits her purposes."

"But Mr Philip is here, mamma, and Mrs Enderby can do as she likes
when she has her son with her.--I assure you he is here, mamma. I saw
the cobbler's boy carry home a pair of boots there this morning."

Sydney had better evidence still to produce. Mr Enderby had been
talking with him about fishing this afternoon. He said he had come down
for a fortnight's fishing. Fanny also declared that Matilda Rowland had
told Miss Young to-day, that uncle Philip was coming to see the new
schoolroom. Mrs Grey was always glad, on poor Mrs Enderby's account,
when she had her son with her: but otherwise she owned she did not care
for his coming. He was too like his sister to please her.

"He is very high, to be sure," observed Sophia.

"And really there is no occasion for that with us," resumed Mrs Grey.
"We should never think of mixing him up with his sister's proceedings,
if he did not do it himself. No one would suppose him answerable for
her rudeness; at least, I am sure such a thing would never enter my
head. But he forces it upon one's mind by carrying himself so high."

"I don't think he can help being so tall," observed Sydney.

"But he buttons up, and makes the most of it," replied Sophia. "He
stalks in like a Polish count."

The sisters could not help smiling at this proof that the incursions of
the Poles into this place were confined to the book club. They happened
to be well acquainted with a Polish count, who was short of stature and
did not st