'
'And what do you say of the fair Harriet herself?' said Rupert.
'Nothing,' said Anne.
'And Mrs. Hazleby is her daughter in a magnifying glass,' said
Rupert; 'a glorious specimen of what you all may come to. And Mrs.
Woodbourne?'
'Oh! I have nothing to do with the elders,' said Anne; 'but if you
want me to find you a fault in her, I shall say that she ought to
control her unwillingness to correct people. And now we have
discussed almost everyone.'
'From which discussion,' said Rupert, 'it appears that of all the
company at Abbeychurch, the sole possessor of that most estimable
quality, the root of all other excellencies, is--your humble
servant.'
On this unfortunate speech of poor Rupert's, father, mother, and
sister, all set up a shout of laughter, which lasted till Rupert
began to feel somewhat enraged.
'Oh! I did not say that I had done with everybody,' said Anne; 'but,
perhaps, whatever I might think, I might not have presumed--'
'O Rupert!' said Lady Merton,
'Could some fay the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us--'
'Mamma's beloved Burn's Justice again,' interrupted Rupert.
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