"Why, you could bear it, I suppose, if you had to," said
Edith, philosophically.
"She knows she looks most beautiful," said Florence, softly passing her cologned hands down over the smooth hair "she knows
' Il faut souffrir pour être belle.' "
"La migraine ne se guérit avec les douceurs," said Mr.
Carleton, entering "try something sharp, Miss Evelyn."
"Where are we to get it?" said Constance, springing up, and adding, in a most lack-a-daisical aside to her mother "Mamma! the fowling-piece! Our last vinegar hardly comes under the appellation; and you don't expect to find anything volatile in this house, Mr. Carleton?"
He smiled.
"Have you none for grave occasions, Miss Constance?"
"I wont retort the question about 'something sharp,' " said Constance, arching her eyebrows, "because it is against my principles to make people uncomfortable; but you have certainly brought in some medicine with you, for Miss Ringgan's cheeks, a little while ago, were as pure as her mind from a tinge of any sort and now, you see "
"My dear Constance," said her mother, "Miss Ringgan's cheeks will stand a much better chance if you come away and leave her in peace. How can she get well with such a chatter in her ears?"
"Mr. Carleton and I, Mamma, are conferring upon measures of relief, and Miss Ringgan gives token of improvement already."