“Well, you will,” said her aunt, putting the palms of her hands against Lydia's, and so pressing forward to kiss her. “We shall have breakfast at ten. Go to bed!” XXIII. When Lydia came to breakfast she found her uncle alone in the room, reading Galignani's Messenger. He put down his paper, and came forward to take her hand. “You are all right this morning, I see, Miss Lydia,” he said. “You were quite up a stump, last night, as your countrymen say.” At the same time hands were laid upon her shoulders from behind, and she was pulled half round, and pushed back, and held at arm's-length. It was Mrs. Erwin, who, entering after her, first scanned her face, and then, with one devouring glance, seized every detail of her dress--the black silk which had already made its effect--before she kissed her. “You _are_ lovely, my dear! I shall spoil you, I know; but you're worth it! What lashes you have, child! And your aunt Maria made and fitted that dress? She's a genius!” “Miss Lydia,” said Mr. Erwin, as they sat down, “is of the fortunate age when one rises young every morning.” He looked very fresh himself in his clean-shaven chin, and his striking evidence of snowy wristbands and shirt-bosom. “Later in life, you can't do that. She looks as blooming,” he added, gallantly, “as a basket of chips,--as you say in America.” “Smiling,” said Lydia, mechanically correcting him. “Ah! It is? Smiling,--yes; thanks. It's very good either way; very characteristic. It would be curious to know the origin of a saying like that. I imagine it goes back to the days of the first settlers. It suggests a wood-chopping period. Is it--ah--in general use?” he inquired. “Of course it isn't, Henshaw!” said his wife. “You've been a great while out of the country, my dear,” suggested Mr. Erwin. “Not so long as not to know that your Americanisms are enough to make one wish we had held our tongues ever since we were discovered, or had never been discovered at all. I want to ask Lydia about her voyage. I haven't heard a word yet. Did your aunt Maria come down to Boston with you?” “No, grandfather brought me.” “And you had good weather coming over? Mr. Erwin told me you were not seasick.” “We had one bad storm, before we reached Gibraltar; but I wasn't seasick.” “Were the other passengers?” “One was.” Lydia reddened a little, and then turned somewhat paler than at first. “What is it, Lydia?” her aunt subtly demanded. “Who was the one that was sick?” “Oh, a gentleman,” answered Lydia. Her aunt looked at her keenly, and for whatever reason abruptly left the subject. “Your silk,” she said, “will do very well for church, Lydia.” “Oh, I say, now!” cried her husband, “you're not going to make her go to church to-day!” “Yes, I am! There will be more people there to-day than any other time this fall. She must go.” “But she's tired to death,--quite tuckered, you know.” “Oh, I'm rested, now,” said Lydia. “I shouldn't like to miss going to church.”