Mabel's nimble fingers were soon engaged, while Maria gave her a
ludicrous account of the fatigue she had been enduring.
"I am no great worker," she said; "and this long side has taken me more
than an hour, moaning bitterly all the time; but, then, I reflect, that
as I am no beauty, I must do penance, since being agreeable is in
fashion just now; and if I did not keep Mamma on tenter-hooks, expecting
an offer now and then, a sorry life I should lead. So, with these
pleasing thoughts, I turn again to the everlasting hem, where the silk
will unravel for ever, provoking the deploring eyes of a hundred foxes,
which I think must be the ghosts of all the men who are mourning, not
that I jilted them poor fools, but _tout au contraire_. Well-a-day, I
think I was made for hunting foxes rather than fox hunters. There, I
shall rest while you are working for me."
So saying, she took up a novel which lay open on the table, and which
had occupied her attention at intervals--placed her feet upon a chair,
and soon became quite absorbed.
Mabel excelled in needle work, for in her own home her fingers had never
been idle, when her mind had not been seriously occupied. Many a light,
happy hour had she passed in superintending the domestic requirements of
their cottage, or in exercising her ingenuity, to supply the want of new
fashions, on a cap for her mother, or a dress for herself or Amy, and
now, with the rapidity of habit, she ran over the ground which Maria had
found so heavy, in comparison with the more tempting pages of the light
book by her side.
Her companions, however, were not very agreeable, for Caroline and
Selina were carrying on a whispered conversation, and occasionally a
word reached her, only sufficiently distinct to make her guess, that she
was the subject of observation; together with half uttered allusions to
landing-place conversations, slyness, &c., which made her cheeks tingle
rather unpleasantly. Once too, Caroline had asked her what had become of
Lucy, in a tone which seemed to imply that her duty was to be with her,
forgetful that, if so, the duty was self-imposed.
She was then not a little relieved when the loud sounding bell announced
a visitor.
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