On this occasion the _carcara_ and another favourite dish had a taste so peculiar that I pushed both aside almost untouched.

On observing this, the rest--Enva, Leenoo, Elfe, and Eirale--took occasion to criticise the articles in question with such remarks and grimaces as ill-bred children might venture for the annoyance of an inexperienced sister.

I hesitated to repress this outbreak as it deserved, till Eunane's bitter mortification was evident in her brightening colour and the doubtful, half-appealing glance of tearful eyes.

Then a rebuke, such as might have been appropriately addressed yesterday to these rude school-girls by their governess, at once silenced them.

As we rose, I asked Eveena, who, with more courtesy than the rest of us, had finished her portion-- "Is there any justice in these reproaches?
I certainly don't like the carcara to-day, but it does not follow that Eunane is in fault." The rest, Eunane included, looked their annoyance at this appeal; but Eveena's temper and kindness were proof against petulance.
"The carcara is in fault," she said; "but I don't think Eunane is.