3/19 I am in love with Beatrice Meadowsweet." Mrs.Bertram's brow became clouded. It was one of the bitter defeats which she had ever and anon to acknowledge to herself that, in the midst of her otherwise victorious career, she could never get the better of her eldest daughter Catherine. He saw me standing by one of the stalls, looking what I felt--awfully bored. He came up in his kind way and took my hand, and said: 'My dear, you don't know any one, I am afraid. You would like to make some acquaintances, would you not ?' I replied: 'I am most anxious to know some of the nice people all around me.'" "My dear Catherine! The _nice_ people! And when you knew my express wishes!" "Yes, mother, but they weren't mine. |