The unfortunate Augusta had been left at home with her bosom friend;--while Cecilia and Nina were supposed to be talking French with Lucy Morris.

They were all out in the grounds, sitting upon the benches, and rambling among the shrubberies, when of a sudden Frank Greystock was in the midst of them.

Lizzie's expression of joy at seeing her cousin was almost as great as though he had been in fact a brother.

She ran up to him and grasped his hand, and hung on his arm, and looked up into his face, and then burst into tears.

But the tears were not violent tears.