Peaceably, therefore, she returned to take possession of her usual apartment, affectionately accompanied by her eldest sister. The form and the mind of Lavinia were in the most perfect harmony. Her polished complexion was fair, clear, and transparent; her features were of the extremest delicacy, her eyes of the softest blue, and her smile displayed internal serenity. The unruffled sweetness of her disposition bore the same character of modest excellence. Joy, hope, and prosperity, sickness, sorrow, and disappointment, assailed alike in vain the uniform gentleness of her temper: yet though thus exempt from all natural turbulence, either of pleasure or of pain, the meekness of her composition degenerated not into insensibility; it was open to all the feminine feelings of pity, of sympathy, and of tenderness. Thus copiously gifted with 'all her sex's softness,' her society would have contributed to restore Camilla to repose, had they continued together without interruption; but, in a few minutes, the room door was opened, and Lionel, rushing into the apartment, called out, 'How do, do, my girls? how do, do?' and shook them each by the hand, with a swing that nearly brought them to the ground. Camilla always rejoiced at his sight; but Lavinia gravely said, 'I thought, brother, you had been at Dr. Marchmont's?' 'All in good time, my dear! I shall certainly visit the old gentleman before long.' 'Did you not sleep there, then, last night?' 'No, child.' 'Good God, Lionel!--if my mother--' 'My dear little Lavinia,' cried he, chucking her under the chin, 'I have a vast notion of making visits at my own time, instead of my mamma's.' 'O Lionel! and can you, just now----' 'Come, come,' interrupted he, 'don't let us waste our precious minutes in old moralizing. If I had not luckily been hard by, I should not have known the coast was clear. Pray where are they gone, tantivying?' 'To Cleves.' 'To Cleves! what a happy escape! I was upon the point of going thither myself. Camilla, what is the matter with thee?' 'Nothing--I am only thinking--pray when do you go to Oxford?' 'Pho, pho,--what do you talk of Oxford for? you are grown quite stupid, girl. I believe you have lived too long with Miss Margland. Pray how does that dear creature do? I am afraid she will grow melancholy from not seeing me so long. Is she as pretty as she used to be? I have some notion of sending her a suitor.' 'O brother,' said Lavinia, 'is it possible you can have such spirits?' 'O hang it, if one is not merry when one can, what is the world good for? besides, I do assure you, I fretted so consumed hard at first, that for the life of me I can fret no longer.' 'But why are you not at Dr. Marchmont's?' 'Because, my dear, you have no conception the pleasure those old doctors take in lecturing a youngster who is in any disgrace.' 'Disgrace!' repeated Camilla.