itations! The education Aurelia Delavie had received over her Homer
and Racine would be smiled at as quite superfluous.

There was no difficulty about admission. The coach with its Belamour
trappings was a warrant of admittance. The father and daughter were
shown into a parlour with a print of Marshal Schomberg over the
mantelpiece, and wonderful performances in tapestry work and embroidery
on every available chair, as well as framed upon the wainscoted walls.

A little lady, more French than English, moving like a perfectly wound
up piece of mechanism, all but her bright little eyes, appeared at their
request to see Madame. It had been agreed before-hand that the Major
should betray neither doubt nor difficulty, but simply say that he had
come up from the country and wished to see his daughter.

Madame, in perfectly good English, excused herself, but begged to hear
the name again.

There must be some error, no young lady of the name of Delavie was
there.

They looked at one another, then Betty asked, "Has not a young lady been
placed here by Lady Belamour?"

"No, madam, Lady Belamour once requested me to receive her twin
daughters, but they were mere infants; I receive none under twelve year
old."

"My good lady," cried the Major, "if you are denying my daughter to me,
pray consider what you are doing. I am her own father, and whatever Lady
Belamour may tell you, I can enforce my claim."

"I am not in the habit of having my word doubted, sir," and the little
lady drew herself up like a true Gascon baroness, as she was.

"Madam, forgive me, I am in terrible perplexity and distress. My poor
child, who was under Lady Belamour's charge, has been lost to us these
three weeks or more, and we have been told that she has been seen here."

"Thus," said Betty, seeing that the lady still needed to be appeased,
"we thought Lady Belamour might have deceived you as well as others."

"May I ask who said the young lady had been seen here?" asked the
mistress coldly.

"It was Lady Arabella Mar," said Betty, "and, justly speaking, I believe
she did not say it was here that my poor sister was seen, but that she
had seen her, and we drew the conclusion that it was here."

"My Lady Arabella Mar is too often taken out by my Lady Countess," said
Madame d'Elmar.

"Could I see her? Perhaps she would tell me where she saw my dear
sister?" said Betty.

"She went to a rout last evening and has not returned," was the reply.
"Ind