e."

"But she would account it an injury."

"We are not judges of what belongs to ourselves," he replied--"I am
transported at the tidings you have revealed, and yet, perhaps, I had
better never have heard them."

Miss Woodley was going to say something farther, but as if incapable of
attending to her, he hastened out of the room.

CHAPTER VI.

Miss Woodley stood for some time to consider which way she was to go.
The first person she met, would enquire why she had been weeping? and if
Miss Milner was to ask the question, in what words could she tell, or in
what manner deny the truth? To avoid her was her first caution, and she
took the only method; she had a hackney-coach ordered, rode several
miles out of town, and returned to dinner with so little remains of her
swoln eyes, that complaining of the head-ache was a sufficient excuse
for them.

Miss Milner was enough recovered to be present at dinner, though she
scarce tasted a morsel. Lord Elmwood did not dine at home, at which Miss
Woodley rejoiced, but at which Mr. Sandford appeared highly
disappointed. He asked the servants several times, what he said when he
went out? They replied, "Nothing more than that he should not be at home
to dinner."

"I can't imagine where he dines?" said Sandford.

"Bless me, Mr. Sandford, can't you guess?" (cried Mrs. Horton, who by
this time was made acquainted with his intended marriage) "He dines with
Miss Fenton to be sure."

"No," replied Sandford, "he is not there; I came from thence just now,
and they had not seen him all day." Poor Miss Milner, on this, ate
something; for where we hope for nothing, we receive small indulgencies
with joy.

Notwithstanding the anxiety and trouble under which Miss Woodley had
laboured all the morning, her heart for many weeks had not felt so light
as it did this day at dinner. The confidence that she reposed in the
promises of Lord Elmwood--the firm reliance she had upon his delicacy and
his justice--the unabated kindness with which her friend received her,
while she knew that no one suspicious thought had taken harbour in her
bosom--and the conscious integrity of her own intentions, though she
might have been misled by her judgment, all comforted her with the hope,
she had done nothing she ought to wish recalled. But although she felt
thus tranquil, in respect to what she had divulged, yet she was a good
deal embarrassed with the dread of next seeing Lord Elmwood.

Miss Milner