bury's, I have, indeed, no claim to make! But I had hoped Lady Aurora—"

"Well, well, Lady Aurora, if you will. It's Lady Aurora, to be sure, who sends it for you; but still—"

"She has, indeed, then, sent it for me?" cried Ellis, rapturously; "sweet, amiable Lady Aurora!—Oh! when will the hour come—"

She checked her speech; but could not check the brilliant colour, the brightened countenance, which indicated the gay ideas that internally consoled her recent mortification.

"And why, Madam," she soon more composedly, yet with spirit, added, "might I not be indulged with the knowledge of her ladyship's goodness to me? Why is Mr. Giles Arbe to be blamed for so natural a communication? Had it, happily, reached me sooner, it might have spared me the distress and disgrace of this morning?"

She then earnestly requested to