The Bracelets | Page 2

success, whose bosoms beat high
with joy, in the moment of triumph, command yourselves; let that
triumph be moderate, that it may be lasting. Consider that, though you
are good, you may be better, and though wise, you may be weak.
As soon as Mrs. Villars had given her the bracelet, all Cecilia's little
companions crowded round her, and they all left the hall in an instant.
She was full of spirits and vanity--she ran on, running down the flight
of steps which led to the garden. In her violent haste, Cecilia threw
down the little Louisa. Louisa had a china mandarin in her hand, which
her mother had sent her that very morning; it was all broke to pieces by
the fall.
"Oh! my mandarin!" cried Louisa, bursting into tears. The crowd
behind Cecilia suddenly stopped. Louisa sat on the lowest step, fixing
her eyes upon the broken pieces; then turning round, she hid her face in
her hands upon the step above her. In turning, Louisa threw down the
remains of the mandarin; the head, which she had placed in the socket,
fell from the shoulders, and rolled bounding along the gravel-walk.
Cecilia pointed to the head and to the socket, and burst out laughing;
the crowd behind laughed too. At any other time they would have been
more inclined to cry with Louisa; but Cecilia had just been successful,
and sympathy with the victorious often makes us forget justice.
Leonora, however, preserved her usual consistency. "Poor Louisa!"
said she, looking first at her, and then reproachfully at Cecilia. Cecilia
turned sharply round, colouring, half with shame and half with vexation.
"I could not help it, Leonora," said she.
"But you could have helped laughing, Cecilia." "I didn't laugh at Louisa;
and I surely may laugh, for it does nobody any harm." "I am sure,
however," replied Leonora, "I should not have laughed if I had----" "No,
to be sure you wouldn't, because Louisa is your favourite. I can buy her

another mandarin the next time that old pedlar comes to the door, if
that's all. I can do no more. Can I?" said she, turning round to her
companions. "No, to be sure," said they, "that's all fair."
Cecilia looked triumphantly at Leonora. Leonora let go her hand; she
ran on, and the crowd followed. When she got to the end of the garden,
she turned round to see if Leonora had followed her too; but was vexed
to see her still sitting on the steps with Louisa. "I'm sure I can do no
more than buy her another! Can I?" said she, again appealing to her
companions.
"No, to be sure," said they, eager to begin their plays. How many did
they begin and leave off before Cecilia could be satisfied with any. Her
thoughts were discomposed, and her mind was running upon something
else; no wonder then that she did not play with her usual address. She
grew still more impatient; she threw down the nine-pins: "Come, let us
play at something else--at threading the needle," said she, holding out
her hand. They all yielded to the hand which wore the bracelet. But
Cecilia, dissatisfied with herself, was discontented with everybody else;
her tone grew more and more peremptory,--one was too rude, another
too stiff; one was too slow, another too quick; in short, everything went
wrong, and everybody was tired of her humours.
The triumph of success is absolute, but short. Cecilia's companions at
length recollected that, though she had embroidered a tulip and painted
a peach better than they, yet that they could play as well, and keep their
tempers better: she was thrown out. Walking towards the house in a
peevish mood, she met Leonora; she passed on.
"Cecilia!" cried Leonora. "Well, what do you want with me?" "Are we
friends?" "You know best." "We are; if you will let me tell Louisa that
you are sorry--" Cecilia, interrupting her, "O! pray let me hear no more
about Louisa!" "What! not confess that you were in the wrong! Oh,
Cecilia! I had a better opinion of you." "Your opinion is of no
consequence to me now; for you don't love me." "No, not when you are
unjust, Cecilia." "Unjust! I am not unjust; and if I were, you are not my
governess." "No, but am I not your friend?" "I don't desire to have such
a friend, who would quarrel with me for happening to throw down little

Louisa--how could I tell that she had a mandarin in her hand? and when
it was broken, could I do more than promise her another? Was that
unjust?" "But you know, Cecilia----" "I know," ironically, "I know,
Leonora, that you love Louisa better than you do me; that's the
injustice!" "If I did," replied Leonora gravely,