"They glittered so! I feared it might be thought I had put them on _to look_ fine." "Ah! I see you mean to set up in that class of people who pretend to despise ornaments," scornfully remarked Mrs.Vane.

"It is the refinement of affectation, Lady Isabel." The sneer fell harmlessly on Lady Isabel's ear.

She only believed something had put Mrs.Vane out of temper.

It certainly had; and that something, though Isabel little suspected it, was the evident admiration Captain Levison evinced for her fresh, young beauty; it quite absorbed him, and rendered him neglectful even of Mrs.Vane.
"Here, child, take your cross," said the old lady.

"It is very pretty; prettier on your neck than diamonds would be.