between Britomart Belchamber and the twins' lessons, and that _can't_ be a very good thing for discipline, but Britomart's like me in being rather stupid, and I wish I'd her screw--she gets nearly twice as much as I do. The only people who don't seem jealous of anybody are those Indians. They're _always_ affable. I suppose it's rather nice for them, so far from their own country, having a house to go to...." But here Dorothy's humility and self-distrust ended. The moment it came to India, she shared her aunt's deplorable narrow-mindedness and propensity to make a virtue of her intolerance. It seemed to her that it was one thing for the Tims and Tonys, in India, to have to employ a native interpreter (and to be pretty severely rooked by him) when they had their Urdu Higher Proficiency to pass, but quite another for these same natives to come over here, and to learn our law and language, and our excellent national professions, and our somewhat mitigated ways of living up to them. No, she was not one whit better than her hide-bound old aunt, and she did not intend to have too practical a brotherly love taught at that meditated foundation at the Brear.... She became silent as she thought of that foundation again, and presently Katie rose. "I suppose I couldn't see him in his cot?" she said wistfully. Dorothy smiled. Katie meant the youngest Bit. "Well ... I'm afraid he's in _our_ room, you see...," she said. Katie had been thinking of The Witan. She coloured a little. "Sorry," she murmured; and then she broke out emphatically. "I _like_ coming to see you, Dorothy. I don't feel so--such a _fool_ when I'm with you.... And do tell me where you got that frock, and how much it was; I _must_ have another one as soon as I can raise the money! I do wish I could make what Britomart Belchamber makes! Two-twenty a year! Think of that!... But of course Prince Eadmond teachers do come expensive----" More and more it was coming to seem to Dorothy that the whole thing was terrifically expensive. III THE IMPERIALISTS