When we returned upstairs to the drawing-room, after dinner, Miss
Arabella took her harp, and was on the point of favouring us with a
Mozart; but her mother, recollecting that we were Presbyterians,
thought it might not be agreeable, and she desisted, which I was
sinful enough to regret; but my mother was so evidently alarmed at
the idea of playing on the harp on a Sunday night, that I suppressed
my own wishes, in filial veneration for those of that respected
parent. Indeed, fortunate it was that the music was not performed;
for, when we returned home, my father remarked with great solemnity,
that such a way of passing the Lord's night as we had passed it,
would have been a great sin in Scotland.
Captain Sabre, who called on us next morning, was so delighted when
he understood that we were acquainted with his aunt, that he
lamented he had not happened to know it before, as he would, in that
case, have met us there. He is indeed very attentive, but I assure
you that I feel no particular interest about him; for although he is
certainly a very handsome young man, he is not such a genius as my
brother, and has no literary partialities.
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