The other lady, who had not spoken yet, said gravely and emphatically, "Very true!" "Poor soul!" Camilla presently went on (I knew they had all been looking at me in the mean time), "he is so very strange! Would anyone believe that when Tom's wife died, he actually could not be induced to see the importance of the children's having the deepest of trimmings to their mourning?
'Good Lord!' says he, 'Camilla, what can it signify so long as the poor bereaved little things are in black ?' So like Matthew! The idea!" "Good points in him, good points in him," said Cousin Raymond; "Heaven forbid I should deny good points in him; but he never had, and he never will have, any sense of the proprieties." "You know I was obliged," said Camilla,--"I was obliged to be firm.

I said, 'It WILL NOT DO, for the credit of the family.' I told him that, without deep trimmings, the family was disgraced.

I cried about it from breakfast till dinner.

I injured my digestion.

And at last he flung out in his violent way, and said, with a D, 'Then do as you like.' Thank Goodness it will always be a consolation to me to know that I instantly went out in a pouring rain and bought the things." "He paid for them, did he not ?" asked Estella.
"It's not the question, my dear child, who paid for them," returned Camilla.