"You booby!" she begins to her adored Fanny.

"You double idiot! What are you going to do with the Huron?
You don't want to marry a creature like that, and be a squaw in a wigwam ?" "Don't, mamma!" gasps Lady Fanny.

Mamma was pinching her ladyship's arm black-and-blue.

"I am sure our cousin is very well," Fanny whimpers, "and you said so yourself." "Very well! Yes; and heir to a swamp, a negro, a log-cabin and a barrel of tobacco! My Lady Frances Esmond, do you remember what your ladyship's rank is, and what your name is, and who was your ladyship's mother, when, at three days' acquaintance, you commence dancing--a pretty dance, indeed--with this brat out of Virginia ?" "Mr.Warrington is our cousin," pleads Lady Fanny.
"A creature come from nobody knows where is not your cousin! How do we know he is your cousin?
He may be a valet who has taken his master's portmanteau, and run away in his postchaise." "But Madame de Bernstein says he is our cousin," interposes Fanny; "and he is the image of the Esmonds." "Madame de Bernstein has her likes and dislikes, takes up people and forgets people; and she chooses to profess a mighty fancy for this young man.

Because she likes him to-day, is that any reason why she should like him to-morrow?
Before company, and in your aunt's presence, your ladyship will please to be as civil to him as necessary; but, in private, I forbid you to see him or encourage him." "I don't care, madam, whether your ladyship forbids me or not!" cries out Lady Fanny, wrought up to a pitch of revolt.
"Very good, Fanny! then I speak to my lord, and we return to Kensington.
If I can't bring you to reason, your brother will." At this juncture the conversation between mother and daughter stopped, or Madame de Bernstein's informer had no further means of hearing or reporting it.
It was only in after days that she told Harry Warrington a part of what she knew.