"'Sh-'sh!" said my Aunt Dorothea. "My dear, that sort of thing may be very well at Brocklebank, but it really will not do in Bloomsbury Square. You must not bring your wild, antiquated Tory notions here. Tories are among the extinct animals." "Not while my father is alive, please, Aunt." "My dear, we are not at Brocklebank, as I told you just now," answered my Aunt Dorothea. "It may be all very well to toast the Chevalier, and pray for him, and so forth--(I am sure I don't know whether it do him any good): but when you come to living in the world with other people, you must do as they do.--Yes, Perkins, certainly, put Miss Courtenay a red ribbon, and Miss Drummond also.--My dear girls, you must." "Not for me, Mrs Charles, if you please," said Flora, very quietly: "I should prefer, if you will allow it, to remain in this room." My Aunt Dorothea looked at her, and seemed puzzled what to do with her. "Miss Keith," said she, "do you wear the red?" "Certainly not, Madam," replied Annas. "Well!" said my Aunt Dorothea, shrugging her shoulders, "I suppose we must say you are Scots girls, and have not learnt English customs.--You can let it alone for Miss Drummond, Perkins.--But that won't do for you, Cary; you must have one." "Aunt Dorothea, I will wear it if you bid me," said I: "but I shall tell everybody who speaks to me that my red ribbon is a lie." "Then you had better have none!" cried my Aunt Dorothea, petulantly. "That would be worse than wearing all white. Cary, I never knew you were so horribly obstinate." "I suppose I am older, Aunt, and understand things better now," said I. "Dear, I wish girls would stay girls!" said my Aunt Dorothea. "Well, Perkins, let it alone. Just do up that lace a little to the left, that the white ribbon may not show so much. There, that will do.--Cary, if your Grandmamma notices this, I must tell her it is all your fault." Well, down-stairs we went, and found the company beginning to come. My Aunt Dorothea, I knew, never cares much about anything to last, but I was in some fear of Grandmamma. (By the way, I find this house is Grandmamma's, not my Uncle Charles's, as I thought.) There was one lady there, a Mrs Francis, who was here the other evening when we came, and she spoke kindly to us, and began to talk with Annas and Flora. I rather shrank into a corner by the window, for I did not want Grandmamma to see me. People were chattering away on all sides of me; and very droll it was to listen first to one and then to another. I was amusing myself in this way, and laughing to myself under a grave face, when all at once I heard three words from the next window. Who said "By no means!" in that soft velvet voice, through which ran a ripple of silvery laughter? I should have known that voice in the desert of Arabia. And the next moment she moved away from the window, and I saw her face.