"I know no one," replied her companion, "whose opinion I should be more ready to take than your own."
"Has the danger," said Mrs. Palmer, "never recurred to you, that your kindness might be requited too tenderly; in short, for I must speak plainly, that one or other of the girls would be sure to fall in love with you?" Mr. Glentworth could safely protest that such an idea had never crossed his mind. "What else could you expect?" returned the old lady.
"You do not mean to say that such is the case?" exclaimed he, looking aghast at the supposition.
"I will say as little as I can upon the subject," replied Mrs. Palmer, "but I again repeat that you are too young and too good-looking to be friend and guide to such very lovely girls."
"I thank you for your kindness," said Mr. Glentworth, taking the old lady's hand to bid her good-by. "You may be right, and we will talk the subject over again; but now I am unfit for more conversation."
He wandered through the streets, anxious, confused, and equally discontented with himself and his morning's conversation. He was roused from his reverie by a sweet voice exclaiming—
"No, Mr. Glentworth, you shall not run over us;" he looked up and saw the two youngest Misses Granard—it was Georgiana who spoke, but he could not help seeing that Isabella's face was kindling with delight, though she addressed him more shyly than her sister. The day before he would have walked with
