will make you vain."

"Oh, dear no; but I want Cherry to like me, because I am so fond of
her."

"She says you're by far-- But I won't tell you. I hate compliments,
and that would look like one. Come, who's forgetting the figure
now? I shouldn't wonder if young Cornbury went into the brewery and
drowned himself in one of the vats."

It was very nice,--very nice indeed. This was her third dance with
Luke Rowan, and she was beginning to think that the other two might
perhaps come off without any marked impropriety on her part. She was
a little unhappy about Mr. Cornbury,--on his cousin's account rather
than on his own. Mrs. Cornbury had been so kind to her that she
ought to have remained with Walter when he desired it. So she told
herself;--but yet she liked being taken down to supper by Luke
Rowan. She had one other cause of uneasiness. She constantly caught
Mrs. Tappitt's eye fixed upon herself, and whenever she did so
Mrs. Tappitt's eye seemed to look unkindly at her. She had also an
instinctive feeling that Augusta did not regard her with favour, and
that this disfavour arose from Mr. Rowan's attentions. It was all
very nice; but still she felt that there was danger around her, and
sometimes she would pause a moment in her happiness, and almost
tremble as she thought of things. She was dividing herself poles
asunder from Mrs. Prime.

"And now we'll go to supper," said Rowan. "Come, Cherry; do you
and Boyd go on first." Boyd was a friend of Rowan's. "Do you know,
I've done such a clever trick. This is my second descent among the
eatables. As I belong in a manner to the house I took down Miss
Harford, and hovered about her for five minutes. Then I managed
to lose myself in the crowd, and coming up here got the music up.
The fellows were just going off. We've plenty of time now, because
they're in the kitchen eating and drinking. I contrived all that
dodge that I might give you this glass of wine with my own hands."

"Oh, Mr. Rowan, it was very wrong!"

"And that's my reward! I don't care about its being wrong as long as
it's pleasant."

"What shocking morality!"

"All is fair in-- Well, never mind, you'll own it is pleasant."

"Oh, yes; it's very pleasant."

"Then I'm contented, and will leave the moral of it for Mr. Cornbury.
I'll tell you something further if you'll let me."

"Pray don't tell me anything that you ought not."

"I've done all I could to get up this party on purpose that we might
have yo