become deputies, whilst the country gentlemen will be delighted to obtain something to do."
"We must be prompt," said the duke, "at all events. I don't like delay."
"True!" replied Edmund, starting from a reverie into which he had fallen; "I must get myself nominated a member of the council, and we must arrange our other plans afterwards."
The party now separated, and Elvira, left alone with her companion, indulged in dreams of future grandeur. "I am sorry for the death of Claudia," said she, "but I never loved her; she was so cold and uninteresting—such a mere matter-of-fact being—she had no soul, Emma, and how can one love a being so totally passionless and insipid? I wonder," continued she, after a short pause, "what Henry Seymour will think of this?"
Emma smiled. "Poor Lord Edmund!" said she.
"I know what you would say," returned Elvira; "I am sorry for him, and I admire
