"I do not wish her to confine herself _so_ much, my dear, I am sure," said Mrs. Harcourt, coldly, for, at this instant, Grace's representations of the morning's music and dancing, and some remains of her former jealousy of Mad. de Rosier's influence over her children's affections, operated upon her mind. Pride prevented her from explaining herself further to Isabella or Matilda--and though they saw that she was displeased, they had no idea of the reason. As she was dressing, Mrs. Harcourt conversed with them about the books they were reading. Matilda was reading Hogarth's Analysis of Beauty; and she gave a distinct account of his theory. Mrs. Harcourt, when she perceived her daughter's rapid improvement, felt a mixture of joy and sorrow. "My dears," said she, "you will all of you be much superior to your mother--but girls were educated, in my days, quite in a different style from what they are now." "Ah! there were no Mad. de Rosiers then," said Matilda, innocently. "What sort of a woman was your mother, mamma?" said Isabella, "my grandmother, mamma?" "She--she was a very good woman." "Was she sensible?" said Isabella. "Matilda, my dear," said Mrs. Harcourt, "I wish you would see if Mad. de Rosier has returned--I should be very glad to speak with her, for one moment, if she be not engaged." Under the veil of politeness, Mrs. Harcourt concealed her real feelings, and declaring to Mad. de Rosier that she did not feel in spirits, or sufficiently well, to go out that evening, she requested that Mad. de Rosier would go, in her stead, to a dinner, where she knew her company would be particularly acceptable.--"You will trust me, will you, with your pupils for one evening?" added Mrs. Harcourt. The tone and manner in which she pronounced these words revealed the real state of her mind to Mad. de Rosier, who immediately complied with her wishes. Conscious of this lady's quick penetration, Mrs. Harcourt was abashed by this ready compliance, and she blamed herself for feelings which she could not suppress. "I am sorry that you were not at home this morning," she continued, in a hurried manner--"you would have been delighted with Dr. X----; he is one of the most entertaining men I am acquainted with--and you would have been vastly proud of your pupil there," pointing to Isabella; "I assure you, she pleased me extremely."