body like you about one, Helen, for Georgiana (I blush to say it, and would not say it out of my own house) is really over head and ears in love with that sailor (who, probably, has a wooden leg and a patch on his eye by this time; Nelson, who was a great sailor, and even made into a lord, had no right arm, and looked like a starved apothecary); she thinks of nothing else, I am convinced, though the most spirit-stirring affair in the world is on the tapis—your brother Glentworth's election."
"I hope he will obtain it," said Helen, languidly.
"You hope, do you? your hope is as like despair as if they were twin sisters; but you have an excuse. I assure you, my dear, I was so hurt last night, when I saw the sad condition in which the Marquis presented himself; it took away all my pleasure in the return of your sisters, miraculously improved as they both are."
"The sight of them made me completely happy. I really thought of nothing else."
A slight blush, the consequence of a conscious fib, played on Helen's cheek for a moment; but her back was to the light, and Lady Anne observed it not, and added,
"Yes, you were happy, because your mind was disengaged, Helen; because, in short, you were
