«Well?» she asked suddenly. «What are you thinking about?»
«Miss Warrington,» Rachel replied rashly, because she had to say something. She did indeed see Susan murmuring to Mrs. Elliot, while Arthur stared at her with complete confidence in his own love. Both Rachel and Evelyn then began to listen to what Susan was saying.
«There›s the ordering and the dogs and the garden, and the children coming to be taught,» her voice proceeded rhythmically as if checking the list, «and my tennis, and the village, and letters to write for father, and a thousand little things that don›t sound much; but I never have a moment to myself, and when I got to bed, I›m so sleepy I›m off before my head touches the pillow. Besides I like to be a great deal with my Aunts—I›m a great bore, aren›t I, Aunt Emma?» (s
