The other was as certainly Georgiana: but not the Georgiana I remembered- the slim and fairy-like girl of eleven. This was a full-blown，very plump damsel，fair as waxwork，with handsome and regular features，languishing blue eyes，and ringleted yellow hair.

The hue of her dress was black too; but its fashion was so different from her sister"s- so much more flowing and being- it looked as stylish as the other"s looked puritanical.

In each of the sisters there was one trait of the mother- and only one; the thin and pallid elder daughter had her parent"s Cairngorm eye: the blooming and luxuriant younger girl had her contour of jaw and chin- perhaps a little softened，but still imparting an indescribable hardness to the countenance，otherwise so voluptuous and buxom.

Both ladies，as I advanced，rose to wele me，and both addressed me by the name of "Miss Eyre." Eliza"s greeting was delivered in a short，abrupt voice，without a smile; and then she sat down again，fixed her eyes on the fire，and seemed to forget me.

Georgiana added to her "How d "ye do?" several monplaces about my journey，the weather，and so on，uttered in rather a drawling tone: and acpanied by sundry side-glances that measured me from head to foot-now traversing the folds of my drab merino pelisse，and now lingering on the plain trimming of my cottage bonnet. Young ladies have a remarkable way of letting you know that they think you a "quiz" without actually saying the words. A certain superciliousness of look，coolness of manner，nonchalance of tone，express fully their sentiments on the point，without mitting them by any positive rudeness in word or deed.

A sneer，however，whether covert or open，had now no longer that power over me it once possessed: as I sat between my cousins，I was surprised to find how easy I felt under the total neglect of the one and the semi-sarcastic attentions of the other- Eliza did not mortify，nor Georgiana ruffle me. The fact was，I had other things to think about; within the last few months feelings had been stirred in me so much more potent than any they could raise- pains and pleasures so much more acute and exquisite had been excited than any it was in their power to inflict or bestow- that their airs gave me no concern either for good or bad.