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was absolutely necessary. To a question of how long it would be before he could travel, the surgeon replied, perhaps a fortnight, perhaps more. Lord Burton seemed uneasy at this information, observing, that he was afraid it would be impossible for him to remain so long, but he would adhere strictly to rule, and hoped he might be well sooner. As the surgeon took his leave, lady Jane entered the room, and laying a sealed letter on the table before her cousin—“There, my lord,” said she, “be so good as to frank that for me,” and she gave him a slip of paper with the address. - * Lord Burton did as she desired him in silence, and handed her back the letter. “That is a good boy,” said she, taking it from him, “for not asking any questions.” “I have no right, Jane, to ask any questions about your letters,” replied lord Burton; “but as you have led to it, I hope you have not written to my sister about

this accident, for you would frighten poor Mary without any cause.” “It is a long letter I wrote to her before it happened,” answered lady Jane. “It is true, in the fourth postscript, I have told her that you have had a fall, but not in a way that will give her any alarm.” Lord Burton shook his head doubtingly; but lady Jane carried off her letter, and sent it to the post with the rest. The next morning lord Burton found that the surgeon's opinion was correct, for whereas, his arm was a good deal better, the injury his knee, had sustained was much more perceptible, and being now completely tied to the sofa, he was greatly dependent on those around, for amusement, Lady, Jane Evelyn devoted a great deal of her time to him, and Miss Stanhope, at those moments she was not engaged withiher pupils, displayed towards him that sortiof gentle unobtrusive attention, which shewed that she had deeply, felt his former kindness on her first arrival. at

at lady Delmont's. He was now obliged to be almost constantly in her society— obliged, for he felt all the charms of her conversation, and began to experience how dangerous an intimacy with Louisa Stanhope might be for his peace; and yet he courted her company, she was so beautiful, so gentle, so talented, yet so unassuming, that though he was well aware of the fascination that crept over him, he could not resist its influence, and took every pretext to enjoy her presence as often as possible. As lord Burton had supposed, his sister, alarmed by the account she had received from lady Jane of the accident which had befallen him, could not be satisfied till she personally saw whether he was seriously hurt or not. It was evening when Mary arrived, and the pleasure she felt in again seeing her brother, was only equalled by the sensations of lord Burton in meeting with one he so dearly loved, after a separation of nearly two years; yet there were many mournful remembrances came across

his mind at the same time, and threw a shade of melancholy over the very delight he experienced. “Well, Mary,” said lady Jane Evelyn in a low voice to her cousin, for they were surrounded by all lady Delmont's party, “you see Frederic is not killed, and what man of gallantry would not suffer all the falls in the world, to have his arm bandaged by such beautiful fingers as those,” glancing her eye towards where Miss Stanhope sat at work. “Oh, she is very beautiful indeed!” replied lady Mary; “but I do not think that any man would like to fall from his horse even for that.” “Men say so, and vow so too, Mary,” continued her cousin, “ and protest, to such pretty little creatures as you and I, that they would go a thousand miles even for a smile, and so they would as long as their own vanity could be gratified; but divest us of rank, wealth, or fashion, to give it eclat, and where is there one of them them that would go an inch out of their way for all the smiles that ever were smiled ”

“You are grown strangely sententious, Jane,” answered lady Mary, laughing; “but after all, I do not think men are quite such false creatures as you represent, though you have mixed more in their society than I have.”

“The truth is,” replied her cousin, “that men have the upper hand at present, and therefore abuse us; but for all they may say, they are ten times more capricious, vain, and frivolous, than we are; believe me, Mary, there is no one but your lover, whoever he may be, and my lover, whoever he may be, that comes any thing near perfection. There is Cecilia looking at us,” added she, “little thinking I have taken her trade of lecturing out of her hands; and look at your brother, Mary– he has got his eyes fixed on Louisa Stanhope, as if he intended to take a likeness of her from memory.”

“I have

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