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"My Lady Herries only presented him as Sir Amyas, sister," replied Aurelia

"Sir A h he and I must be acquainted, and I suppose that she took me for Harriet, but I knew not how to explain"

"No doubt," said Harriet "I was sick of the y Duckworth, who had brought a sweet sonnet of Mr A Cupid'"

Her father burst into a chuckling laugh, h she would not seem to understand it, and Betty took up the ht the naht so, sister," said Aurelia, with the insecurity produced by such cross-questioning; "but I may have been mistaken, since, of course, the true Sir Ae"

"Nor is there any other of the name," said her father, "except that melancholic uncle of his who never leaves his dark chamber"

"Depend upon it," said Harriet, "Lady Herries said Sir Ambrose No doubt it was Sir Ambrose Watford"

"Nay, Harriet, I demur to that," said her father drolly "I flatter myself I was a more personable youth than to be likened to Watford with his swollen nose What like was your cavalier, Aura?"

"Indeed, sir, I cannot describe him I was so much terrified lest he should speak to loves and diamond shoe-buckles, and that his feet moved by no means like those of Sir Ambrose"

"Aura is a ," said Betty "Thus entleh to bear comparison even to you, sir, not e, in a laced scarlet uniforoon Guards, and with a little powder, but not enough to disguise that his hair was entire gold"

"That all points to his being indeed young Belae, military appearance, and all--I wonder what this portends!"

"What a disaster!" exclaimed Harriet, "that my sister and I should have been out of the way, and only a chit like Aura be there to be presented to him"