— and without regarding them at all, returned them to her daughter.

Perhaps Fanny thought for a moment that her mother had been quite rude enough, — for, colouring a little, she immediately said,

“They are very pretty, ma'am — an't they?” But then again, the dread of having been too civil, too encouraging herself, probably came over her, for she presently added,

“Do you not think they are something in Miss Morton's style of painting, Ma'am? — She DOES paint most delightfully! — How beautifully her last landscape is done!”

“Beautifully indeed!

But SHE does every thing well.”

Marianne could not bear this. —