“That will do, Christopher! Christopher, that will do, I say,” Mrs. Theresa repeated in vain. She was obliged to say, “Christopher, you may go,” before he would depart.
“Now,” said she to Frederick, “step in here to the next room with this candle, and you’ll be equipped in an instant. Only just change clothes with the boy; only just let me see what a charming chimney-sweeper you’d make. You shall do as you please afterwards.”
“Well, I’ll only change clothes with him, just to show you for one minute.”
“But,” said Marianne to Mrs. Theresa whilst Frederick was changing his clothes, “I think Frederick is right about—”
“About what, love?”
“I think he is in the right not to go up, though he can do it so easily, to see that gentleman; I mean on purpose to mimic and laugh at him afterwards. I don’t think that would be quite right.”
“Why, pray, Miss Marianne?”
“Why, because he is so good-natured to his sister. He would not let her be wakened.”
“Dear, it’s easy to be good in such little things; and he won’t have long to be good to her neither; for I don’t think she will trouble him long in this world, anyhow.”
“What do you mean?” said Marianne.