“You think, then, the quarrel more amusing than the reconciliation?” “O, a thousand times! for while you are quarrelling, you may say any thing, and demand any thing, but when you are reconciled, you ought to behave pretty, and seem contented.” “Those who presume to have any pretensions to your ladyship,” said Cecilia, “would be made happy indeed should they hear your principles!” “O, it would not signify at all,” answered she, “for one's fathers, and uncles, and those sort of people, always make connexions for one, and not a creature thinks of our principles, till they find them out by our conduct: and nobody can possibly do that till we are married, for they give us no power beforehand. The men know nothing of us in the world while we are single, but how we can dance a minuet, or play a lesson upon the harpsichord.” “And what else,” said Mr Delvile, who advanced, and heard this last speech, “need a young lady of rank desire to be known for? your ladyship surely would not have her degrade herself by studying like an artist or professor?” “O no, Sir, I would not have her study at all; it's mighty well for children, but really after sixteen, and when one is come out, one has quite fatigue enough in dressing, and going to public places, and ordering new things, without all that torment of first and second position, and E upon the first line, and F upon the first, space!” “Your ladyship must, however, pardon me for hinting,” said Mr Delvile, “that a young lady of condition, who has a proper sense of her dignity, cannot be seen too rarely, or known too little.” “O but I hate dignity!” cried she carelessly, “for it's the dullest thing in the world. I always thought it was owing to that you were so little amusing;--really I beg your pardon, Sir, I meant to say so little talkative.” “I can easily credit that your ladyship spoke hastily,” answered he, highly piqued, “for I believe, indeed, a person of a family such as mine, will hardly be supposed to have come into the world for the office of amusing it!” “O no, Sir,” cried she, with pretended innocence, “nobody, I am sure, ever saw you with such a thought.” Then, turning to Cecilia, she added in a whisper, “You cannot imagine, my dear Mrs Mortimer, how I detest this old cousin of mine! Now pray tell me honestly if you don't hate him yourself?” “I hope,” said Cecilia, “to have no reason.” “Lord, how you are always upon your guard! If I were half as cautious, I should die of the vapours in a month; the only thing that keeps me at all alive, is now and then making people angry; for the folks at our house let me go out so seldom, and then send me with such stupid old chaperons, that giving them a little torment is really the only entertainment I can procure myself. O--but I had almost forgot to tell you a most delightful thing!” “What is it?” “Why you must know I have the greatest hopes in the world that my father will quarrel with old Mr Delvile!” “And is that such a delightful thing!”