” “But would grandmamma ever let us do it?” said Henrietta. “I will manage,” said Beatrice. “I will make grandpapa agree to it, and then she will not mind. Think how he enjoyed it.” “Before so many people!” said Henrietta. “O, Queenie, it will never do! It would be a regular exhibition.” “My dear, what nonsense!” said Beatrice. “Why, it is all among friends and neighbours.” “Friends and neighbours to you,” said Henrietta. “And yours too. Fred, she is deserting! I thought you meant to adopt or inherit all Knight Sutton and its neighbourhood could offer.” “A choice inheritance that neighbourhood, by your account,” said Fred. “But come, Henrietta, you must not spoil the whole affair by such nonsense and affectation.” “Affectation! O, Fred!” “Yes, to be sure it is,” said Fred: “to set up such scruples as these. Why, you said yourself that you forget all about the spectators when once you get into the spirit of the thing.” “And what is affectation,” said Beatrice, seeing her advantage, “but thinking what other people will think?” There are few persuasions to which a girl who claims to possess some degree of sense is more accessible, than the imputation of affectation, especially when brought forward by a brother, and enforced by a clever and determined friend. Such a feeling is no doubt often very useful in preventing folly, but it may sometimes be perverted to the smothering of wholesome scruples. Henrietta only pressed one point more, she begged not to be Titania. “O, you must, you silly child,” said Beatrice.