Maria's intelligence concluded with a tender effusion of pity for her sister Anne, whom she represented as insupportably cross, from being excluded the party.
"She will never forgive me, I am sure; but, you know, how could I help it?
John would have me go, for he vowed he would not drive her, because she had such thick ankles.

I dare say she will not be in good humour again this month; but I am determined I will not be cross; it is not a little matter that puts me out of temper." Isabella now entered the room with so eager a step, and a look of such happy importance, as engaged all her friend's notice.

Maria was without ceremony sent away, and Isabella, embracing Catherine, thus began: "Yes, my dear Catherine, it is so indeed; your penetration has not deceived you.

Oh! That arch eye of yours! It sees through everything." Catherine replied only by a look of wondering ignorance.
"Nay, my beloved, sweetest friend," continued the other, "compose yourself.

I am amazingly agitated, as you perceive.