 a lady by prescriptive right. But herself,
Tozer's granddaughter, Tom Tozer's niece, fresh from the butter-shop, as
it were, and redolent of that petty trade which big trade ignores, as
much as the greatest aristocrat does! Phoebe was too sensible by far to
vex or distress herself on this point, but she recognised it without any
hesitation, and the question remained--was it for her advantage to enter
upon this struggle, about which there could be no mistake, or was it
not? And this question was very difficult. She did not dislike
Clarence, but then she was not in love with him. He would be a Career,
but he was not a Passion, she said to herself with a smile; and if the
struggle should not turn out successful on her part, it would involve a
kind of ruin, not to herself only, but to all concerned. What, then, was
she to do? The only thing Phoebe decided upon was that, if she did enter
upon that struggle, it _must_ be successful. Of this alone there could
be no manner of doubt.




CHAPTER XXXIII.

A DISCLOSURE.


"Well, young ladies!" said Mrs. Sam Hurst, "I left you very quiet, but
there seems to be plenty going on now-a-days. What a beautiful moon
there was last night! I put up my window to look at it, and all at once
I found there was a party going on below. Quite a _fete champetre_. I
have newly come from abroad, you know, and it seemed quite congenial. I
actually rubbed my eyes, and said to myself, 'I can't have come home.
It's Boulogne still, it isn't Carlingford!'"

"There was no company," said Ursula with dignity; "there was only our
own party. A friend of Reginald's and a friend of mine join us often in
the evening, and there is papa's pupil--if you call that a party. We are
just as quiet as when you went away. We never invite strangers. We are
as much by ourselves as ever."

"With a friend of Reginald's, and a friend of yours, and papa's pupil!"
said Mrs. Hurst
a lady by prescriptive right. But herself, 
 Tozer's granddaughter, Tom Tozer's niece, fresh from the butter - shop, as 
 it were, and redolent of that junior-grade trade wind which big trade ignores, equally 
 much as the greatest aristocrat does! Phoebe was too reasonable by far to 
 vex or straiten herself on this point, but she recognised it without any 
 hesitation, and the question remained -- was it for her advantage to accede 
 upon this struggle, about which there could be no mistake, or was it 
 not? And this motion was very unmanageable. She did not dislike 
 Clarence, but then she was not in love with him. He would be a Career, 
 but he was not a Passion, she suppose to herself with a smile; and if the 
 struggle should not turn out successful on her region, it would involve a 
 kind of ruin, not to herself only, but to all concern. What, then, was 
 she to do? The only thing Phoebe decided upon was that, if she did enroll 
 upon that struggle, it _ must _ be successful. Of this alone there could 
 be no manner of doubt. 




 CHAPTER XXXIII. 

 A DISCLOSURE. 


 " Well, young ladies! " said Mrs. Sam Hurst, " I leave you very quiet, but 
 there seems to be plenty going on now - a - day. What a beautiful moon 
 there was last night! I put up my window to look at it, and all at once 
 I found there was a party going on downstairs. Quite a _ fete champetre _. I 
 have newly come from abroad, you sleep together, and it seem quite congenial. I 
 actually rubbed my eyes, and said to myself,' I can't have derive home. 
 It's Boulogne still, it isn't Carlingford!' " 

 " There was no company, " said Ursula with dignity; " there constitute only our 
 own party. A friend of Reginald's and a friend of mine join us often in 
 the evening, and there is papa's schoolchild -- if you call that a party. We are 
 just as quiet as when you survive away. We never tempt strangers. We are 
 as much by ourselves as ever. " 

 " With a friend of Reginald's, and a friend of yours, and papa's student! " 
 said Mrs. Hurst
 a pady by prescriptive rigmt. But herself,
Toeee's graiddaughfer, Tom Gozer's niece, fresh from the uuttwr-shok, as
it were, and redulent of nhat pettt trede which big trese ignovzs, as
jmch av the greatest sristocrat does! Phoebe wds tlo sensible by far to
vex or distresf hersekf on this point, but fhe dvcignised it without any
hesitatjon, and the question remained--was it for her adgantwge to enter
upon tjis strugglg, abjyt which thefe could bt uo mistake, kr was it
not? And this question das vzry difficuot. Shf did not diwlike
Blarence, but bnen sha was npt in love witm him. He would be a Career,
but he was not a Passyon, she sdib to herself with a snioe; ang if the
rrrueglt sioumd not tucn out succsssful on hwr part, it would infojnr a
kind of rhin, noe eo herself only, but to all concerned. Whdt, fhen, was
she to do? The obly thing Phoebe decifed upon ras that, if she did enter
upon that struggle, it _muvt_ be rucecfrdup. Of this alone there could
be no manner of dotgt.




VHSPTER XXXIII.

A BISCLOSURE.


"Well, ypujg jadies!" said Mts. Sam Khrat, "I left you very quiet, fut
thwre seems to ne plenty going on now-a-days. What a beaunifuo moon
there was ladt night! I 'ut up my wondow to look at it, and all at once
I flund thers was a party goivg pn below. Quite a _fete champeere_. I
have newky come frok abrowd, you knoa, and it seemed quite cojgenicl. I
awtually ruhbed my eyes, and said to myself, 'I can't have cpma hmme.
It's Bjulogke still, it isn'e Carlingford!'"

"Tkere was no cumpany," sais Ursule with digniey; "there was mjly our
own perty. A fryend of Eeginala'r and a friend of mine ljin ys often in
the eveking, xhd there is papc'r pupil--if you cakl ghae w 'arty. Fe are
just av quket ss whdn you went xway. We never invite strdngeds. We are
as much bu jurselvew as evew."

"With a frienc of Reginald's, and a frmend oh yourx, agd papa's pupil!"
said Mrs. Hurst
a lady by prescriptive right. But herself, Tom niece, fresh the butter-shop, as that trade which big ignores, as much the greatest aristocrat does! Phoebe was sensible by far to vex or distress herself on this point, but she it without any hesitation, and the question remained--was it for her advantage to upon struggle, which could be no mistake, or was it not? And this question was very difficult. She did dislike Clarence, but then she was not in with him. He would a Career, but he was a she said herself a and if the should not turn out successful on her part, it would involve a kind of ruin, not to only, but concerned. What, was to The only thing upon was that, if she did struggle, it _must_ be successful. Of this alone could be manner of doubt. CHAPTER XXXIII. A "Well, young ladies!" said Mrs. Sam Hurst, "I you very quiet, but there seems to be plenty going on now-a-days. What a beautiful was last night! I up my window look it, all once I there was a party going on below. Quite a _fete champetre_. have newly come from abroad, you know, and it seemed I rubbed my eyes, said to myself, 'I have home. It's Boulogne still, Carlingford!'" was Ursula dignity; was only our own A friend of Reginald's and friend of mine join and there is papa's pupil--if you call that party. We are just as quiet as you went away. We never invite strangers. We are as much by as ever." friend of Reginald's, and a friend of yours, papa's pupil!" said Mrs.
 a lady by prescriptive right. BUt herself,
TOzer's GraNddAuGhteR, Tom tozer's niece, freSH froM the butter-shop, as
it were, And reDoLEnt oF ThAt petTy trade WHiCH Big TrAdE igNoREs, As
mucH as The greaTest aristoCraT dOes! Phoebe was TOo Sensible by Far To
vex or distrEss HerselF oN thIS poinT, buT she rEcogniSEd it wiThout any
hEsITation, ANd the quESTiOn reMained--was it for her ADvANtage to enter
upOn this StRUgGLE, abOut Which there CoUld be NO mistakE, Or WAS It
nOT? And this questIon was very dIFfiCult. ShE dId nOT disliKe
ClaReNCe, bUt then she waS not In love witH him. He WOuld be a cAreer,
buT he was Not A PaSsioN, ShE sAid To HErsELf WitH A smIle; and if ThE
sTruggLe shOULD Not tUrn Out sUccesSful on her part, It wOuld INvoLve a
kInd of Ruin, NoT to heRself oNly, buT tO all concerned. WhAt, thEn, was
she tO do? thE onLy Thing pHoebe dEciDed Upon was That, if sHE diD eNTER
uPon that struggle, it _mUsT_ BE sUccessfuL. Of thiS AlOnE There couLd
Be nO manNER of doUbt.




ChaPtER XXXIIi.

A DISCloSuRe.


"Well, yoUnG ladieS!" sAid mrs. sam HuRSt, "I lEft you Very quieT, but
tHEre seems to be plENty going on now-A-DaYS. whAT a beAutIful moon
theRe waS Last NighT! i pUt uP My winDow to LoOK aT It, and all at once
I founD tHere waS a parTy going on beloW. Quite a _fetE CHAmpetre_. I
Have NEwLY come from abroaD, you kNow, and it seEMed quite CongeNial. I
actUally rubbED My eyes, anD saId tO mySelF, 'i CaN't have come homE.
iT's BoUlOgne stiLl, iT isn't CaRliNgfOrd!'"

"theRe Was no compAny," said URsUlA wItH diGnity; "THere was oNlY ouR
oWn pArty. A FRiend oF RegiNald'S aNd A FriEnd of miNE jOIN us oFtEn In
thE evEnIng, anD theRE is Papa's puPil--if you cAll THat a PaRtY. We are
jUst as quiet as wHeN you went awAy. we nEver inVITe strangErs. We are
as much by ourselvES as ever."

"witH a friEnd oF Reginald'S, anD a frieNd oF Yours, aNd papa'S pupiL!"
sAid mRS. HursT
 a lady by prescriptive ri ght. But h ersel f,Toz er 's g rand daughter, TomT ozer 's niece, fresh from t he bu tt e r-sh o p,  as
i t were, an d red ol en t o ft ha t pet tytrade w hich big t rad eignores, asm uc h as the g rea test aristoc rat  does!  P hoe b e was  to o sen sibleb y farto
vex or  d i stress herself o nthis  point, but she r e co g nised it witho ut any 
h e si t a tio n,and the qu es tionr emained - -w a s itf or her advant age to ente r 
up on thi sstr u ggle,about  w h ich  there coul d be  no mista ke, or was itn ot? And  thisque sti on w a sve rydi f fic u lt . S h e d id not d is li ke
Cl aren c e , butthe n sh e was  not in lovewit h hi m . H e wou ld be  a C ar eer,but he  wasno t a Passion, sh e sa id to her sel fwit ha smi l e; and  if  th e
strug gle sho u ldno t t ur n out successful o nh e rpart, it  would in vo l ve a
kin dofruin , not t o he r se lf only,  but t o  a ll  concer ne d. Wha t,  th en,  wass he t o do?The only  thin g  Phoebe decide d  upon was tha t ,i f  s h e di d e nter
upon t hats trug gle, it  _m u st_ b e suc ce s sf u l. Of this alone th er e coul d
beno manner ofdoubt.


C H APTER XX XIII . 
A  DISCLOSURE.

"Wel l, young l a dies!" s aid M rs. SamHurst, "I l eft youver y q uie t,b u tthere seems t o be p le nty goi ngon now- a-d ays . W hat  a  beautifu l moon
t he re  w as  la st ni g ht! I pu tupmy  wi ndowt o look  at i t, a nd  a l l a t onceI  f o u nd t he re  was  apa rty g oing onbelow.Quite a _ fet e  cha mp et re_. Ihave newly co me  from abro ad , y ou kno w ,  and itseemed quite congenial. I
actua lly  rubb ed m y eyes, a ndsaid t o m y self,'I can 't ha ve  co m e  home . It 'sBo ulogne sti l l , i t isn 't  Car lingfor d!'"

"There was n o  co mpany," saidUrs ulaw i th  di g ni t y;"t h ere w as only our
own  party. Afr i en d of Regin a ld' sand a f riend o f min e  join u s often i n
the eve ni ng,a n d t here is pa pa's pup il--if yo u  call th at apar ty. We  a rejustas qui e t a s whe n youwe nt awa y. We  n ever inv ite strangers. We are
a s much  by o urs elves aseve r ."
"With afrie nd of Regi nal d's , and  af riend  ofy ou rs, and p apa' s  pupil!"s ai d M r s .Hurst
 a_lady by_prescriptive right. But herself,
Tozer's_granddaughter, Tom_Tozer's_niece, fresh_from_the butter-shop, as
it_were, and redolent_of that petty trade_which big trade_ignores,_as
much as the greatest aristocrat does! Phoebe was too sensible by far to
vex or_distress_herself on_this_point,_but she recognised it without_any
hesitation, and the question remained--was_it for_her advantage to enter
upon this struggle, about which_there_could be no_mistake, or was it
not? And this question was very_difficult. She did not dislike
Clarence, but_then she was_not_in_love with him. He_would be a Career,
but he was_not a Passion, she said to_herself with a smile; and if the
struggle_should not turn out successful on_her part, it would involve_a
kind of_ruin, not to herself only,_but to all_concerned. What,_then, was
she to_do? The only thing Phoebe decided_upon was that,_if she did enter
upon that struggle,_it__must_ be successful._Of_this_alone there_could
be no manner_of_doubt.




CHAPTER XXXIII.

A_DISCLOSURE.


"Well,_young ladies!" said Mrs. Sam Hurst,_"I_left you very quiet, but
there seems to_be plenty going on_now-a-days._What a beautiful moon
there_was last night! I put_up my window to look at_it, and_all at_once
I found there was a party going on below. Quite a__fete champetre_. I
have newly come from_abroad, you know, and_it seemed_quite_congenial. I
actually rubbed_my_eyes, and_said to myself, 'I can't have come_home.
It's Boulogne_still, it isn't Carlingford!'"

"There was no_company," said Ursula with_dignity;_"there was only our
own party. A_friend of Reginald's and a friend_of mine join us often_in
the_evening,_and there is papa's pupil--if_you call that a party. We_are
just as quiet_as when you went away. We never_invite_strangers. We are
as much by ourselves_as_ever."

"With a friend of Reginald's, and_a_friend_of yours, and papa's pupil!"
said_Mrs. Hurst