again she coloured, and said hastily,—"But do tell me. Ethel is as dear to me as a sister."
"Do not laugh at me," said her companion, in a low, earnest tone, "if I confess I cannot understand inconstancy in love. I told Trevanion I was the worst person in the world that he could employ: from me he must expect no defence of his conduct."
"Mr. Trevanion!" cried Lady Marchmont; "do only tell me that he is married, and I shall be eternally grateful to you."
"It is precisely," replied the other, "the fact of his marriage that I was about to communicate."
"You are the most charming person in the world. You are invested with a perfect halo of delight," exclaimed Henrietta. "Miss Churchill has some chimerical notion of honour in her head, but that is over now; your information does not leave a single obstacle in the way of the most perfect happiness that ever wound up a fairy tale. We must find
