chain next
his heart, and a little knot, surrounded with diamonds, in a ring, which
he had been still wearing from force of habit, though he declared he
should never endure to do so again.

It was evident that Lady Belle had really seen Aurelia; and where could
that have been save at the famous boarding-school in Queen's Square,
where the daughters of "the great" were trained in the accomplishments
of the day? The Major, with rising hopes, declared that he had always
maintained that his cousin meant no ill by his daughter, and though it
had been cruel, not to say worse, in her, to deny all knowledge of the
fugitive, yet women would have their strange ways.

"That is very hard on us women, sir," said Betty.

"Ah! my dear, poor Urania never had such a mother as you, and she has
lived in the great world besides, and that's a bad school. You will not
take our Aurelia much into it, my dear boy," he added, turning wistfully
to Sir Amyas.

"I would not let a breath blow on her that could touch the bloom of her
charming frank innocence," cried the lad. "But think you she can be in
health? Lady Belle spoke of her being pale!"

"Look at my young lady herself!" said the Major, which made them all
laugh. They were full of hope. The Major and his daughter would go
themselves the next day, and a father's claim could not be refused even
though not enforced according to Lady Arabella's desire.

Their coach--for so Sir Amyas insisted on their going--was at the door
at the earliest possible moment that a school for young ladies could be
supposed to be astir; long before Mr. Belamour was up, for he retained
his old habits so much that it was only on great occasions the he rose
before noon; and while Eugene, under the care of Jumbo and Grey, was
going off in great felicity to see the morning parade in St. James's
Park.

One of the expedients of well-born Huguenot refugees had been tuition,
and Madame d'Elmar had made here boarding-school so popular and
fashionable that a second generation still maintained its fame, and
damsels of the highest rank were sent there to learn French, to play the
spinnet, to embroider, to dance, and to get into a carriage with grace.
It was only countrified misses, bred by old-fashioned scholars,
who attempted to go any farther, such as that _lusus naturae_, Miss
Elizabeth Carter, who knew seven languages, or the Bishop of Oxford's
niece, Catherine Talbot, who even painted natural flowers and wrote
med