r. He has nobody
with him, and says he shall have plenty of room in the chaise. It is
very lucky that this Mr Cameron should just be going at the same time
as we are. I don't think Angus would be much protection, though I
should not wish him to know I said so.

If Ephraim Hebblethwaite have broken his heart, he behaves very funnily.
He was not only at Fanny's wedding, but was best man; and he looks
quite well and happy. I begin to think that we must have been mistaken
in guessing that he cared for Fanny. Perhaps it only amused him to talk
to her.

Fanny's wedding was very smart and gay, and everybody came to it. The
bridesmaids were we three, Esther Langridge, and two cousins of
Ambrose's, whose names are Annabel Catterall and Priscilla Minshull. I
rather liked Annabel, but Priscilla was horrid. (Sophy says I say
"horrid" too often, and about all sorts of things. But if people and
things are horrid, how am I to help saying it?) I am sure Priscilla
Minshull was horrid. She reminded me of Angus's saying about turning up
one's eyes like a duck in thunder. I never watched a duck in thunder,
and I don't know whether it turns up its eyes or it does not: only
Priscilla did. She seemed to think us all (my Aunt Kezia said) no
better than the dirt she walked on. And I am sure she need not be so
stuck-up, for Mr James Minshull, her father, is only a parson, and not
only that, but a chaplain too: so Priscilla is not anybody of any
consequence. I said so to Flora, and she replied that Priscilla would
be much less likely to be proud if she were.

I was dreadfully tired on Sunday. We had been so hard at work all the
fortnight before, first making the wedding dress, and then dressing the
wedding-dinner; and when I went to bed on Saturday night, I thought I
never wanted to see another. Another wedding, of course, I mean.
However, everything went off very well; and Fanny looked charming in her
pink silk brocaded with flowers, with white stripes down it here and
there, and a pink quilted slip beneath. She had pink rosettes, too, in
her shoes, and a white hood lined with pink and trimmed with pink bows.
Her hoop came from Carlisle, and was the biggest I have seen yet. The
mantua-maker from Carlisle, who was five days in the house, said that
hoops were getting very much larger this year, and she thought they
would soon be as big as they were in Queen Anne's time. We had much
smaller hoops--of course it would not have