“But not the prettiest, I trust. She is too like her father, with those dark brows, and her eyes have a look deep enough to frighten one. They will frighten away the men, if she do not grow out of it.” Here the door burst open, and, without any preliminary bow, Master Archer flew in, crying out “Mamma, mamma, we _must_ stay here. The galleries are so long, and it is such a place for whoop-hide!” His sisters were following his bad example, and rushing in with equal want of ceremony, but though their mother held the boy unchecked on her knee, Aurelia saw how she could frown. “You forget yourselves,” she said. Amoret looked ready to cry, but at a sign from their young instructress, they backed and curtsied, and their mother reviewed them; Letitia was the most like the Delavies, but also the smallest, while Amoret was on the largest scale and would pair best with her brother, who besides loudly proclaimed his preference for her, and she was therefore elected to the honour of being taken home. Aurelia was requested as a favour to bid the children’s woman have the child’s clothes ready repaired to her own room. The little wardrobe could only be prepared by much assistance from Aurelia herself, and she could attend to nothing else; while the children were all devoted to Archer, and she only heard their voices in the distance, till--as she was dressing for her _tete-a-tete_ supper--Fay came to her crying, “Archer is a naughty boy--he said wicked words--he called her ugly, and had cuffed and pinched her!” Poor child! she was tired out, and disappointed, and Aurelia could only comfort her by hearing her little prayers, undressing her, and giving her the highly-esteemed treat of sleeping in Cousin Aura’s bed; while the others were staying up as long as it pleased Master Archer. This actually was the cause of my Lady being kept waiting, and an apology was needful. “Fidelia was tired out, and was crying.” “A peevish child! I am glad I did not choose her.” “She is usually very good, madam,” said Aurelia, eagerly. “Is she your favourite?” “I try not to make favourites, madam.” “Ah! there spoke the true Manor House tone,” said her Ladyship, rather mockingly. “Maybe she will be a wit, for she will never be a beauty, but the other little one will come on in due time after Amoret.” “Your Ladyship will find Amoret a dear, good, affectionate child,” said Aurelia. “Only---” “Reserve that for nurse, so please you, my good girl. It is enough for me to see the brats on their good manners now and then. You have had other recreations--shall I call them, or cares? I never supposed, when I sent you here to attend on the children, that the hermit of Bowstead would summon you! I assure you it is an extraordinary honour.” “I so esteem it, madam,” said Aurelia, blushing. “More honour than pleasure, eh?” “A great pleasure, madam.”