But unfortunately St.John added, you couldn't trust these foreigners-- They were interrupted by sounds of strife at the further end of the table.

Rachel appealed to her aunt.
"Terence says we must go to tea with Mrs.Thornbury because she's been so kind, but I don't see it; in fact, I'd rather have my right hand sawn in pieces--just imagine! the eyes of all those women!" "Fiddlesticks, Rachel," Terence replied.

"Who wants to look at you?
You're consumed with vanity! You're a monster of conceit! Surely, Helen, you ought to have taught her by this time that she's a person of no conceivable importance whatever--not beautiful, or well dressed, or conspicuous for elegance or intellect, or deportment.

A more ordinary sight than you are," he concluded, "except for the tear across your dress has never been seen.

However, stay at home if you want to.