"And poor Mary," continued Georgiana, "lost her afternoon drive because she had nothing fit to be seen in."
"Poor Mary," added her sister, "who needs the drive more than any of us. But mamma has long since given up Mary's case as hopeless."
"And yet she is but just three and twenty," said Georgiana. "But she is always so pale and so quiet."
"So heartbroken, you might say," exclaimed Isabella, in a tone of deep feeling. "But what would mamma say, if she knew that Louisa had refused Sir Henry?"
"Oh! I hope she will not know it," cried Georgiana, looking quite aghast. "She would be angry with us all round, and I do not think that she would ever speak to Louisa again. I wonder, though, that Louisa should refuse him!"
"So do not I," answered Isabella, with a suppressed smile.
At this moment the Brighton coach passed rapidly along.
"I wish I were in that coach," exclaimed Georgiana, who shivered with the cold rain, which now fell heavily.
"It is well mamma does not hear you," cried her sister, laughing. "Lady Anne Granard's daughter in a stage—and there by her own wish—though you are her favourite, she would disclaim you for her child—or, no; she would say that I put it into your head. But I think that we might manage this old cloak bet-
