Lily's pleasure was not less than her
sister's, though of a different kind. She delighted in thinking how
well Emily did the honours, in watching the varied expression of Lord
Rotherwood's animated countenance, in imagining Claude's forehead to
be finer than that of any one else, and in thinking how people must
admire Reginald's tall, active figure, and very handsome face. She
was asked to play, and did tolerably well, but was too shy to sing,
nor, indeed, was Reginald encouraging. 'What is the use of your
singing, Lily? If it was like Miss Weston's, now--'
Reginald had taken a great fancy to Miss Weston; he stood by her all
the evening, and afterwards let her talk to him, and then began to
chatter himself, at last becoming so confidential as to impart to her
the grand object of his ambition, which was to be taller than Claude!
The next morning Lord Rotherwood left Beechcroft, somewhat to Emily's
relief; for though she was very proud of him, and much enjoyed the
dignity of being seen to talk familiarly with him, yet, when no
strangers were present, and he became no more than an ordinary
cousin, she was worried by his incessant activity, and desire to see,
know, and do everything as fast and as thoroughly as possible.
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