very discreet, I assure you; but, you know, one can't help being admired. Poor fellow! He was not my only worshipper, but he was certainly the most conspicuous, and, I think, the most devoted among them all. And that detestable—ahem—and Sir Thomas chose to take offence at him—or my profuse expenditure, or something—I don't exactly know what—and hurried me down to the country, at a moment's notice, where I'm to play the hermit, I suppose, for life."
And she bit her lip, and frowned vindictively upon the fair domain she had once so coveted to call her own.
"And Mr. Hatfield." said I, "what is become of him?"
Again, she brightened up, and answered gaily—
"Oh! he made up to an elderly spinster, and married her, not long since, weighing her heavy purse against her faded charms, and expecting to find that solace in gold which was denied him in love, ha, ha!"
"Well, and I think that's all—except Mr. Weston—what is he doing?"
"I don't know I'm sure. He's gone from Horton."
