"Those red-haired women look wonderfully well," replied the other.
"Hers is much darker than it was; I think she must dye it," Miss Rosalind added. "She is stouter, too, and altogether improved," continued Miss Rosalind, who was disposed to be very fat.
"At least she gives herself no airs and remembers that she was our Governess once," Miss Violet said, intimating that it befitted all governesses to keep their proper place, and forgetting altogether that she was granddaughter not only of Sir Walpole Crawley, but of Mr. Dawson of Mudbury, and so had a coal-scuttle in her scutcheon. There are other very well-meaning people whom one meets every day in Vanity Fair who are surely equally oblivious.
"It can't be true what the girls at the Rectory said, that her mother was an opera-dancer--"
"A person can't help their birth," Rosalind replied with great liberality. "And I agree with our brother, that as she is in the family, of course we are bound to notice her. I am sure Aunt Bute need not talk; she wants to marry Kate to young Hooper, the wine-merchant, and absolutely asked him to come to the Rectory for orders."
"I wonder whether Lady Southdown will go away, she looked very glum upon Mrs. Rawdon," the other said.

"Red-haired women look wonderfully well," replied the other.
"Hers is darker than it was; I think she must dye it."
"At least she gives herself no airs, and remembers that she was our Governess once," Miss Violet said, meaning that it befitted governesses to keep their proper place, and forgetting that she was granddaughter not only of Sir Walpole Crawley, but of Mr. Dawson of Mudbury, and so had a coal-scuttle in her coat of arms. "It can't be true what the girls at the Rectory said, that her mother was an opera-dancer-"
"A person can't help their birth," Rosalind replied with great liberality. "And Aunt Bute need not talk; she wants to marry Kate to young Hooper, the wine-merchant."
