But do not let us plan the future.

Life is so full of changes.
Remember what Horace says----' 'Horace is a bore,' said Lesbia.

'I hate a poet who is always harping upon change and death.' The carriage, which was to take the travellers to Windermere Station, was announced at this moment, and Lesbia and her grandmother gave each other the farewell embrace.
'You like Lady Kirkbank, I hope ?' said Lady Maulevrier, as they went towards the ball, where that lady was waiting for them, with Lady Mary and Fraeulein Mueller in attendance upon her.
'She seems very kind, but I should like her better if she did not paint--or if she painted better.' 'My dear child I'm afraid it is the fashion of the day, just as it was in Pope's time, and we ought to think nothing about it.' 'Well, I suppose I shall get hardened in time.' 'My dearest Lesbia,' shrieked Lady Kirkbank from below, 'remember we have to catch a train.' Lesbia hurried downstairs, followed by Lady Maulevrier, who had to bid her friend adieu.

The luggage had been sent on in a cart, Lesbia's trunks and dress baskets forming no small item.

She was so well furnished with pretty gowns of all kinds that there had been no difficulty in getting her ready for this sudden visit.