Lily thought either that Eleanor was much altered, or
that in her folly she must have fancied her far more cold and grave
than she really was. She had, however, no time for studying her
character; shopping and sight-seeing filled up most of her time, and
the remainder was spent in resting, and in playing with little Henry.
One evening, when Mr. Mohun and Claude were dining out, Lilias was
left alone with Mr. and Mrs. Hawkesworth. Lily was very tired, but
she worked steadily at marking Eleanor's pocket-handkerchiefs, until
her sister, seeing how weary she was, made her lie down on the sofa.
'Here is a gentleman who is tired too,' said Eleanor, dancing the
baby; 'we will carry you off, sir, and leave Aunt Lily to go to
sleep.'
'Aunt Lily is not so tired as that,' said Lily; 'pray keep him.'
'It is quite bedtime,' said Eleanor, in her decided tone, and she
carried him off.
Lilias took up the knitting which she had laid down, and began to
study the stitches. 'I should like this feathery pattern,' said she,
'(if it did not remind me so much of the fever); but, by the bye,
Frank, have you completed Master Henry's outfit? I looked forward to
helping to choose his pretty little things, but I see no preparation
but of stockings.
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