It would be much better for her to be ignorant, mamma: it is her _role_, she would do it well." "That is a hard thing to say of your poor sister, Gwendolen, who is so good to you, and waits on you hand and foot." "I don't see why it is hard to call things by their right names, and put them in their proper places.

The hardship is for me to have to waste my time on her.

Now let me fasten up your hair, mamma." "We must make haste; your uncle and aunt will be here soon.

For heaven's sake, don't be scornful to _them_, my dear child! or to your cousin Anna, whom you will always be going out with.

Do promise me, Gwendolen.