kept silence, I looking out of my window, and she leaning back in her corner. But I was not going to restrict myself to any particular position for her: when I was tired of leaning forward, with the cold, raw wind in my face; and surveying the russet hedges, and the damp, tangled grass of their banks, I gave it up, and leant back too. With her usual impudence, my companion then made some attempts to get up a conversation; but the monosyllables 'yes,' or 'no,' or 'humph,' were the utmost her several remarks could elicit from me. At last, on her asking my opinion upon some immaterial point of discussion, I answered,—
"Why do you wish to talk to me, Lady Lowborough?—you must know what I think of you."
"Well, if you will be so bitter against me," replied she, "I can't help it;—but I'm not going to sulk for anybody."
Our short drive was now at an end. As soon as the carriage door was opened, she
