And the young lady drew herself up with a tremendous accession of dignity to the full height of her little figure. Herbert Pringle was so disgusted with the dissimulation of the sex as evinced in the instance of his sister that he felt himself nerved up and able to go on with the talk before him, so he plunged at once _in medias res_. "Here's Lady Inskip been telling me--" "Oh! I've got to thank _her_ for interesting herself about me! I am sure I am very much obliged to Lady Inskip!" "You need not interrupt me, Lizzie, and you need not get angry about Lady Inskip. She's a most motherly woman, and she spoke very kindly to me about you. You see, Lizzie, it's a very hard thing for a fellow to speak of. Of course I think girls ought to be allowed to mind their own affairs of this kind, and it seems rough on my part to interfere; but, you see, as Lady Inskip very kindly observed, you've no mother to advise you, and consequently I must take her place." As he said this, the Reverend Herbert Pringle looked certainly as unlike a mother as possible. "Go on, Herbert; let me know all that Lady Inskip has been kind enough to say of me," said Violet Eyes, now facing her brother, with a full sense of her dignity, and tapping her foot on the floor with angry impatience. "Well, she told me that she saw you and Tom Hartshorne in the garden the other day as she drove by; and, though I see no harm in it, and fortunately no one but herself saw it, she said she was very much shocked, and that you acted as if you were engaged. Now, Lizzie, you know I'm very fond of you, and all that sort of thing, but people might talk, you know, and I want you to put a stop to it." Lizzie's defences were entirely overthrown. Her look of indignation faded off her face, to be replaced by a quick crimson blush, which as rapidly disappeared and left her features as pale as marble. She made a hurried step towards her brother, and fell sobbing on his neck. "Oh! Bertie, Bertie!" she sobbed out, between a series of little gasps. "There, there, don't cry! my darling little Lizzie. You know I did not mean to hurt you, my own little sister!" said Herbert, sympathisingly, patting her head as if he were saying "Poor dog! poor dog!" to a Newfoundland pup. And the subject was dropped, Lizzie thus gaining the victory in the end by having recourse to a woman's strongest safeguard-- tears. For, as he told Lady Inskip afterwards, "when the waterworks were turned on he had to give in." The old campaigner for her part, was very well satisfied that the topic had been mentioned: that was all she wanted. Lizzie went to bed very early that night, pleading a headache, and really her face was so pale and the deep violet eyes were so sunk in her head with broad veins of black underneath them, that her assertion was freely borne out by her appearance.