"I don＇t think you ought to do that. I don＇t think you ought to describe the place."
Henrietta gazed at her as usual. "Why, it＇s just what the people want, and it＇s a lovely place."
"It＇s too lovely to be put in the newspapers, and it＇s not what my uncle wants."
"Don＇t you believe that!" cried Henrietta. "They＇re always delighted afterwards."
"My uncle won＇t be delighted—nor my cousin either. They＇ll consider it a breach of hospitality."
Miss Stackpole showed no sense of confusion; she simply wiped her pen, very neatly, upon an elegant little implement which she kept for the purpose, and put away her manuscript. "Of course if you don＇t approve I won＇t do it; but I sacrifice a beautiful subject."