Not stately, scornful, dignified pride, but downright, inflated, perky, puffed-up conceit.

I have often remarked upon it to Christopher, and he has always agreed with me." "But, my dear, the consciousness of a fault is surely one step toward its cure." "Not it," replied Elisabeth, shaking her head; "I've always known I am conceited, yet I get conceiteder and conceiteder every year.

Bless you! I don't want to 'fill a little space,' and I particularly don't want 'a heart at leisure from itself'; I think that is such a dull, old-maidish sort of thing to have--I wouldn't have one for anything.

People who have hearts at leisure from themselves always want to understudy Providence, you will notice." Mrs.Herbert looked shocked.

"My dear, what do you mean ?" "I mean that really good people, who have no interests of their own, are too fond of playing the part of Providence to other people.