"I am afraid our last letters have not given much satisfaction to Mrs
Snow, Rosie. She seems afraid for us; afraid, lest we may become too
much engrossed with the pleasant things about us, and reminds us of the
care and watchfulness needed to keep ourselves unspotted from the
world."
"But, Graeme, everything is so different in Merleville, Janet cannot
know. And, besides--"
"I know, dear; and I would not like to say that we have been doing
anything very wrong all this time, or that those who do the same are
doing wrong. If we were wiser and stronger, and not so easily
influenced for evil, I daresay it would do us no harm. But, Rosie, I am
afraid for myself, that I may come to like this idle gay life too much,
or, at least, that it may unfit me for a quiet useful life, as our
father would have chosen for us, and I am afraid for you, too, dear
Rose."
"I enjoy parties very much, and I can't see that there is any harm in
it," said Rosie, a little crossly.
"No, not in enjoying them, in a certain way, and to a certain extent.
But, Rose, think how dreadful, to become `a lover of pleasure.' Is
there no danger do you think, love?"