guess right, and I assure you that the idea of having her for my neighbour, makes me doubly happy; and now go and say your say to Lord Chesterton. He has been so kind."
Janet could not help observing Mr. Greydon's look of happiness, during his short colloquy with Lord Chesterton, nor the eagerness with which he afterwards advanced to hand her into luncheon. But she had changed in due proportion to the change in him. The time was gone by when she could talk to Rose of her girlish fancy, of her hopes that were more foolish than her fancy, and her certainties that were more visionary than her hopes. From the time that Mr. Greydon really felt for her the preference which she had imagined when it did not exist, the distrust that always accompanies a true love had seized her. She never mentioned his name to her sister, she shunned rather than sought his attentions; and the more marked they became, the less did she believe they could be intended for her; and yet she had never been so happy. Home was more prized by her
