When I think of the example you've had in this house! But I suppose it's your foreign bringing-up--no one knew where your mother picked up her friends.

And her Sundays were a scandal--that I know." Mrs.Peniston wheeled round suddenly.

"You play cards on Sunday ?" Lily flushed with the recollection of certain rainy Sundays at Bellomont and with the Dorsets.
"You're hard on me, Aunt Julia: I have never really cared for cards, but a girl hates to be thought priggish and superior, and one drifts into doing what the others do.

I've had a dreadful lesson, and if you'll help me out this time I promise you--" Mrs.Peniston raised her hand warningly.

"You needn't make any promises: it's unnecessary.