"Well," said Lady Haredale, "as there are only the Grattans and Mr Carisbrooke coming, I don't see why you should not come in.--But, as I was saying, we must try to make it pleasant and home-like for Charles. He has not been all he should have been, but we must forget that." "Yes, we know all about it, mother, all of us," said Tory,--"except Carrie." "Carrie is one of us now," said Lady Haredale, "so we won't make a stranger of her." Carrie, who adored Lady Haredale, smiled and coloured as she ran away to dress for dinner; while Amethyst, as she too went up-stairs, remembered the conversation they had held at Silverfold, and thought it strange that Mr Oliver Carisbrooke and Charles Haredale should both make their first visit on the same day. Amethyst, like her mother, was "enjoying herself very much." She did inherit the same liking for life, and for the pleasant things of life, and, in spite of the occasional pressure of the past and of the future, it was not wonderful that the present was enchanting to her. A cup, rare, sweet, and intoxicating, was held to her lips, it was something to taste so fine a flavour. She was so full of life, that she would have enjoyed all the elements of a London season heartily, if she had been but an insignificant figure in it, and to feel herself to be one of its chief attractions, naturally enhanced the charm. While the leaves in the Park were still young and green, the air cool, and all the fine clothes fresh, the end of the season seemed far away, and the result of it needed not to be forestalled. Neither success nor amusement ever made her forget Una, who played a much more passive part in the great Masque of Pleasure in which they were all engaged. It was for her, at any rate for the time being, an outward show. Her real life was elsewhere. This was partly, of course, because fatigue took off the edge of the pleasure, but quite as much because nothing really interested her but her emotions. She did not pass unnoticed even by Amethyst's side, being an uncommon and interesting creature, with her extreme fragility and delicacy of appearance, and absolute self-possession and indifference of manner. She recollected, and probably knew more about, the prodigal brother than Amethyst did, and she shrank nervously from his return. Amethyst had learned to shrug her shoulders, and "make the best of a bad business." She encouraged Una, and would not let her dwell on what Tory called "the family crisis," but she was a little surprised that the two younger ones also were evidently uncomfortable, and made a point of going down-stairs under her protection.