She hoped that when the visit was over it would be done with; but no
such thing. Though Susan was her own good hearty self, Elizabeth had
not recovered either on that day of the next from the effects of the
pleasuring. On each she cried over her lessons, and was cross at
whatever the boys said to her, made a fuss about keeping the
ornamental cases of the bon-bons, and went about round-backed,
peevish, and discontented, finding everything flat and ugly after her
one peep at the luxuries of the Park. Her farthings melted away
fast; but she seemed to think this her misfortune, not her fault.
She did not try to talk to Miss Fosbrook, feeling perhaps that she
was in a naughty mood, which she would not try to shake off; and she
made no attempt to go on with her present for her Mamma, it looked so
poor and trumpery after the beautiful things she had seen.
Nor did Christabel like to remind her of it, fearing that the
occasion for giving it might never come; but she did feel that it was
a mournful thing to see the child, who was in danger of so fearful a
sorrow, wasting her grief in pining after foolish fancies, and
turning what should have been a refreshing holiday into an occasion
of longing after what she thus made into pomps and vanities of this
wicked world.
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