CHAPTER III.
"Indeed, my dear aunt, I must impress upon you how completely profitless is my present visit," said Miss Aubrey; "there is not a man in the house with a serious thought."
"Think for a moment," replied the Countess.
"Oh!" exclaimed her niece, "you are not going to recommend General Trevor, who has a constitution like that of France, which requires perpetual patching, and who would expect me to spend half the year at Cheltenham."
"General Trevor," returned her ladyship, gravely, "would be a desperate resource. I do not think we are driven to such yet. But—not to waste time—what do you think of Lord Allerton?"
"Think!" ejaculated Henrietta, "that he has neither eyes nor ears for any one but Mary Granard. I do not think that he would know me, if he met me out of the house."
"You will come the more freshly upon him when he does observe you," said Lady Rotheles.
"I am sure," replied Miss Aubrey, looking sullenly
