"That I am sure I cannot tell, for he never consults me about it;
but I suppose much in the same way that other people do."

"Ah, Priscilla!" cried Cecilia, with some earnestness, "how little
did I ever expect to see you so much a fine lady!"

"A fine lady?" repeated Mrs Harrel; "why, what is it I do? Don't I
live exactly like every body else that mixes at all with the world?"

"You, Miss Beverley," said Mr Arnott in a low voice, "will I hope
give to the world an example, not take one from it."

Soon after, they separated for the night.

The next morning, Cecilia took care to fill up her time more
advantageously, than in wandering about the house in search of a
companion she now expected not to find: she got together her books,
arranged them to her fancy, and secured to herself for the future
occupation of her leisure hours, the exhaustless fund of
entertainment which reading, that richest, highest, and noblest
source of intellectual enjoyment, perpetually affords.

While they were yet at breakfast, they were again visited by Miss
Larolles. "I am come," cried she, eagerly, "to run away with you
both to my Lord Belgrade's sale. All the world will be there; and we
shall go in with tickets, and you have no notion how it will be
crowded."

"What is to be sold there?" said Cecilia.