the words
that had risen to her lips.

She did not wait long, however. Bright, beaming, blushing and tearful,
she soon announced the intelligence to her mother, asking her consent,
and permission to refer Mr. Hazlewood to her father.

The Mervales were very well pleased with the match, which, in fact,
was an excellent one, young Hazlewood being in every respect Angila's
superior, except in appearance, where she, as is the woman's right,
bore the palm of beauty. Not but that she was quick, intelligent, and
well cultivated; but there are more such girls by hundreds in our
community, than there are men of talent, reading, industry and worth
to merit them; and Angila was amazingly happy to have been one of the
fortunate few to whose lot such a man falls.

And now, indeed, she wrote a long, long letter to Augusta--so full of
happiness, describing Hazlewood, as she thought, so distinctly, that
Augusta must recognize him at once--so she concluded by saying,

"And now I need not name him, as you must know who I mean."

"I must know who she means!" said Augusta, much perplexed. "Why I am
sure I cannot imagine who she means! Talented, agreeable, with
cultivated tastes! Who can it be? 'Not handsome, but very
gentlemanlike-looking.' Well, I have no idea who it is--I certainly
cannot know the man. But as we sail next week, I shall be at home in
time for the wedding. How odd that I should be really her bridemaid in
May after all!"

Miss Lenox arrived about two months after Angila's engagement had been
announced, and found her friend brilliant with happiness. After the
first exclamations and greetings, Augusta said with impatient
curiosity,

"But who is it, Angila--you never told me?"

"But surely you guessed at once," said Angila, incredulously.

"No, indeed," replied her friend, earnestly, "I have not the most
distant idea."

"Why, Robert Hazlewood, to be sure!"

"Robert Hazlewood! Oh, Angila! You are jesting," exclaimed her friend,
thrown quite off her guard by astonishment.

"Yes, indeed!" replied Angila, with eager delight, attributing
Augusta's surprise and incredulous tones to quite another source. "You
may well be surprised, Augusta. Is it not strange that such a man--one
of his superior talents--should have fallen in love with such a
mad-cap as me."

Augusta could hardly believe her ears. But the truth was, that Angila
had so long since forgotten her prejudice, founded on nothing, against
Hazlewood, that she