"His lordship is a guest at Clanmoray," observed Christobelle, hastily.
"He will be a guest at Fairlee soon," answered my mother, gaily. "I could fancy myself quite well again, my dear child; quite alert, as I used to be; your little 'minauderies' will raise me into new life and spirits. I am sure I am sure he is clever and agreeable; your little coquetries will divert me into health again."
"But, mamma—"
"No 'ifs' and 'buts,' my dear Bell. I have every dependence upon your attractions. Sir John Spottiswoode is astonished at your improved appearance."
"Listen to me, if you please, mamma. I am no coquette; and I would rather die than be considered a character so repugnant to all that is holy and upright."
"My dear girl, forbear sentiment. A little sentiment, if you please, to Lord Farnborough, but not to me."
"I have no wish to marry, mamma," pleaded Christobelle, with earnest seriousness. "I have no wish to leave papa, and—I have no wish to marry Sir John Spottiswoode, and I cannot try to attract any body. Pray, do not advise me to avoid Sir John, or to think of any establishment. Don't let me endure the fate of Clara, or Julia's long banishment."
Lady Wetheral's hands began to tremble, and her features became agitated as she spoke.
"I am well used to disobedience, and this only adds to my accumulation of vexations. and I have one child left to reproach me with bitterness. How could I expect obedience from a headstrong girl, whose masculine education defies restraint!"
"Indeed, mamma, I am anxious to do right. Indeed, my wish is to please every one; but I cannot think it right to treat Sir John Spottiswoode ill."