CHAPTER VIII.
If Helen had not been too much offended by Elizabeth's disregard of
her counsel to think of anything but her own dignity, and had waited
to remind Katherine of her argument with her, the latter might
perhaps have taken the safest course, for it was not without many
qualms of conscience that she ascended the stairs to Mrs. Turner's
drawing-room.
There was no one in the room; and as soon as the page had closed the
door, Elizabeth exclaimed, 'I declare, Anne, there is the bone of
contention itself--St. Augustine in his own person! Oh! look at King
Ethelbert's square blue eye; and, Kate, is not this St. Austin's Hill
itself in the distance?'
'Nonsense, Lizzie!' said Katherine, crossly; 'you know it is no such
thing. It was in the pattern.'
'I assure you it is round, and exactly the colour of St. Austin's,'
said Elizabeth; 'there can be no doubt about it.'
Elizabeth's criticisms were here cut short by the entrance of Mrs.
Turner and her daughter, ready dressed for the evening's excursion.
'Mrs. Turner,' said Elizabeth, with all the politeness she was
capable of towards that lady, 'we are come to claim your kind offer
of taking us to the Mechanics' Institute this evening.
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