e he talked--didn't he, Lucy? Well, Mamma gave way, and
said she'd persuade the Major. Papa was rather grumpy at first, you
know, Lucy, but we coaxed him over at last. Oh, it was such fun! I
danced first with Frank Hollis--just out of gratitude, you know, and
then with Captain Murphy, and then--O Lucy, do you remember _who_?--and
I had a silk dress which Mamma brought from India, trimmed just like
yours, Miss Merton, only with four rows of lace, because I am taller,
you know, and a berthe of--'
Elizabeth could endure this no longer, and broke in, 'And pray,
Harriet, did you learn the book of fashions by heart?'
'Not quite,' said Harriet, with provoking obtuseness, or good humour;
'I did very nearly, though, when I was making my dress. Now, Lizzie,
do not you wish you were out?'
'No, not in the least,' said Elizabeth, by this time quite out of
patience; 'I think society a nuisance, and I am glad to be free of it
as long as I can.'
'Lizzie,' said Helen gravely, 'you are talking rhodomontade.'
'By no means, Helen,' said Elizabeth; 'it is my serious opinion, that,
unless you can find real friends, minds that suit you, you should keep
to yourself, and let bores and geese keep to themselves.'
'Becoming yourself one of the interesting tribe of bears, or perhaps of
crabs,' whispered Anne.
'Well, what an odd girl you are!' cried Harriet; 'well, if ever--!'
'But, Lizzie, what would become of the world if there was no society?'
said Katherine.
'And, Lizzie,' began Helen, very seriously, 'do not you know that it is
a duty to take part in society, that--'
'Oh yes, Helen!' answered Elizabeth; 'I know all that books and wise
people say; but what I say is this: if a sumptuary law could decree
that wits should be measured by one standard, like the ruffs and
rapiers in Queen Elizabeth's time, so that those found wanting might be
banished, there might be some use in meeting people; but in the present
state of things there is none.'
'But how would you choose your standard?' said Anne; 'everyone would
take their own degree of sense as a measure.'
'Let them,' said Elizabeth; 'there would be a set of measures like the
bolters in a mill, one for the pastry-flour, one for the bread-flour,
one for the blues, one for the bran.'
'I am glad you put the blues after the bread,' said Anne; 'there is
hope of you yet, Lizzie.'
Elizabeth was too far advanced in her career of nonsense to be easily
checked, even by Anne
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