"My dear, dear child," said Lady Sarah taking her by the arm, "will you be a little more reasonable, and above all, will you sit down quietly on the sofa, I have not heard from Arthur; but just before I came here, Mrs. Armistead came pirouetting into my room, and said she was furious with Lord Chester, who had made poor dear Armistead give up his Prague journey, and that they were probably coming home together directly. That little goose pretended to be in despair, that her plan of going alone to Brighton was at an end; but as she danced, and laughed, and sang scraps of French songs, and was overflowing with spirits, I imagine that she is not sorry to have her grave husband at home again. I did not mean to tell you this, thinking you would rather learn it from Arthur's letter to-morrow, but now you know all that I know. Of course Mrs, Armistead had forgotten to look at the date of her letter."
"Oh! never mind dates. Now I am happy. They will be here soon—soon is a charming
