"My brother and nephew are gone to look over the church," said she, "which I conclude Miss Villars has not yet seen. Edwin is always wishing to improve the old tower, and to scrape away the mortar and white-wash from the walls inside the church, for he says they are painted with beautiful figures--but he will never have money enough for that I am afraid--yet he puts by all he can spare--for he does not like running into debt, and I agree with him, it is doing evil that good may come. So he saves every year--but I fear he will not get enough in his lifetime, to carry out this pet scheme." "I wish we were all rich enough to raise a subscription," said Mabel, "I should so much like to see him fully employed in finding out all the beauties of our dear old church." "Yes," said Miss Ware, "I like to hear him talk on the subject, because he enters upon it in the true genuine spirit--he feels it to be almost an insult to religion to allow its altars to be kept in the slovenly state they too often are; grudged almost the necessary repairs by those who are lavish where their own minutest comforts are concerned. The Roman Catholics might cry shame at us." "Why do you not ask Colonel Hargrave, ma'am?" enquired Lucy, turning round from the parrot. "My brother has mentioned the subject several times," said Miss Ware, "without being able to interest him. Young men too seldom enter, with warmth, on these subjects, and he has now left us so long." "Oh, I will tell him he must," said Lucy, "with his fortune it is really quite shabby of him." "Do you know him then?" enquired Miss Ware. "Yes--no--not exactly--but he is a relation of ours. He is coming to stay with us in Bath, and I will take an early opportunity of mentioning the church to him." "Oh, I remember," said Miss Ware, "he is, I know, related to you through Colonel Lesly, but I am afraid you will scarcely succeed, where my brother has failed--if strength of argument be needed, few can put a thing in a stronger light than Edwin can." "Oh," said Lucy, laughing, "I never condescend to argue with a man--I will tell him he _must_--suggest that not to do so is shabby, mean--with a few more epithets to match, and then leave his own good taste to draw the conclusion." "Well," said Miss Ware, recovering from her slight pique, at thinking any one could succeed where Edwin failed, "if you never use your ridicule for a worse purpose, you will do well."