"I think that will do, Isabella?"
"Yes, I think that will do," said that lady, dropping her fan.
"You may retire to the schoolroom, then, my dears," continued Miss
Philippa. "Clotilde, come here."
The dark girl, with an unusual flush beneath her creamy skin, crossed
the room to her aunt, who laid her hands upon her shoulder, gazed
wistfully in her eyes, and then kissed her upon either cheek.
"Wonderfully like your papa, my child," she said, and she passed her on
to Miss Isabella. "But the Dymcoques' carriage."
"Ah, yes! wonderfully like your papa," sighed Miss Isabella, and she,
too, kissed Clotilde upon either cheek. "But the Dymcoques' carriage."
"Marie," said Miss Philippa, "come here, child."
Marie rose from her chair, crossed to her aunt, received a hand upon
each shoulder and a kiss upon either cheek.
"Yes, your papa's lineaments," sighed Miss Philippa, passing her on also
to Miss Isabella.
"Wonderfully like indeed," assented Miss Isabella sadly.
"You may retire now, children," said Miss Philippa. "You had better
resume your practice and studies in the schoolroom. Well, Ruth, why do
you not go?"
Poor Ruth had been expecting a similar proceeding towards her, but it
did not come about, and she followed her cousins out of the room after
each had made a formal curtsey, which was acknowledged by their aunts as
if they were sovereigns at a state reception.
"It will cost a great deal, Isabella," said Miss Philippa, as soon as
they were gone. "Yes, dear; but, as Lady Littletown says, it is an
absolute necessity; and it is time they left the schoolroom for a more
enlarged sphere."
The young ladies went straight to the apartment, where they had passed
the greater part of their lives, in company with a green-baize-covered
table, a case of unentertaining works of an educational cast, written in
that delightfully pompous didactic style considered necessary by our
grandfathers for the formation of the youthful mind. There were also
selections from Steele and Addison, with Johnson to the extent of
"Rasselas." Mangnall was there, side by side with Goldsmith, and a
goodly array of those speckled-covered school books that used to have
such a peculiar smell of size. On a side-table covered with a
washed-out red and grey table-cover of that charming draughtboard
pattern and cotton fabric, where the grey was red on the opposite side,
and in other squares the reds and greys seemed to have married and had
neutral offspring, stood a couple of battered and chipped twelve-inch
globes, one of which was supposed to be celestial, and the other
terrestrial; but time and mildew had joined hand in hand to paint these
representations of the spheres with entirely fresh designs, till the
terrestrial globe was studded with little dark, damp spots or stars of
its own, and fungoid continents had formed themselves on the other amid
seas of stain, where nothing but aerial space and constellations should
have been.
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