"John always speaks as if I fancied I was ill, and I am sure I never do fancy any such thing. Who are these Hales that he makes such a fuss about?"
"Fanny, don't speak so of your brother. He has good reasons of some kind or other, or he would not wish us to go. Make haste and put your things on."
But the little altercation between her son and her daughter did not incline Mrs. Thornton more favourably towards "these Hales." Her jealous heart repeated her daughter's question, "Who are they, that he is so anxious we should pay them all this attention?" It came up like a burden to a song, long after Fanny had forgotten all about it in the pleasant excitement of seeing the effect of a new bonnet in the looking-glass.

'John always speaks as if I fancied I was ill,' grumbled Fanny, 'and I am sure I never fancy any such thing. Who are these Hales that he makes such a fuss about?'
'Fanny, don't speak so of your brother. Make haste and put your things on.'
But the little altercation did not make Mrs. Thornton think favourably of 'these Hales.' Her jealous heart repeated her daughter's question, 'Who are they, that we should pay them all this attention?'
