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She applied herself to the work of dressing, scarcely knowing how

Miss Aldclyffe went on:-'You were too easily won I'd have made him or anybody else speak out before he should have kissed my face for his pleasure But you are one of those precipitantly fond things who are yearning to throay their hearts upon the first worthless felloho says good- In the first place, you shouldn't have loved him so quickly: in the next, if you must have loved him off-hand, you should have concealed it It tickled his vanity: "By Jove, that girl's in love with ht' To hasten away at the end of the toilet, to tell Mrs Morris--who stood waiting in a little room prepared for her, with tea poured out, bread-and-butter cut into diaphanous slices, and eggs arranged --that she wanted no breakfast: then to shut herself alone in her bedrooht She was followed thither by the well-intentioned matron with a cup of tea and one piece of bread-and-butter on a tray, cheerfully insisting that she should eat it

To those who grieve, innocent cheerfulness seems heartless levity

'No, thank you, Mrs Morris,' she said, keeping the door closed

Despite the incivility of the action, Cytherea could not bear to let a pleasant person see her face then

Immediate revocation--even if revocation would bewounded natures Cytherea went to her blotting-book, took out the long letter so carefully written, so full of gushing remarks and tender hints, and sealed up so neatly with a little seal bearing 'Good Faith' as its motto, tore the rate It was then the bitterest of anguishes to look upon soly written, and see the--to feel that his eye would never read them, nobody ever kno ardently she had penned the wasted isof all his allusions, his abruptness in telling her of his love, his constraint at first, then his desperate , was clear They s of a conscience not quite dead to all sense of perfidiousness and fickleness Now he had gone to London: she would be dismissed from his memory, in the same way as Miss Aldclyffe had said And here she was in Edward's own parish, reminded continually of him by what she saw and heard The landscape, yesterday so ht to her, was now but as the banquet-hall deserted--all gone but herself