was the reason why he sat by me. He spoke to me three times, and asked me to have some wine. Did you observe his waistcoat, Sarah? 'such a love!' as Lady Eskdale would say."
"How you do run on, Eliza! I wish you would let me have the looking-glass for one minute, if you have looked at yourself enough."
"Law, my dear, you may have it for a week if you like. I was only taking a last fond look at this dear gown, before I take it off. I shan't have an opportunity, probably, of wearing it again for the next six months; not that I shall actually have any great pleasure in it again, because of those grease spots. I wish that servant had not done it. So awkward and provoking! However, I hope we shall dine there again some day or another."
"And I hope we never shall as long as we live," said Sarah, emphatically. She had taken one look at herself in the glass, and then threw herself into a chair with an air of deep despondency.
"Never dine there again as long as we live!" repeated Eliza. "Why, Sarah, what is the matter? You can't be well. What can have happened?"
"Something dreadful," said Sarah, in a deep tone.
"Why, what can it be? You have not greased your gown too?" said Eliza, starting up as if she had made a great discovery.
"No."
"What then? Have you lost anything? forgotten your fan? dropped your bracelet?"
"Oh, no; worse than all that; it is something dreadful that has been said of us."
"Good gracious! what? What can they find to say of us?"
"Something quite shocking!" and Sarah actually coloured at the mere thought of repeating it.
