Pray tell her how unhappy I am, and perhaps she will favor us with a word of advice as well as the letter.
"I remain, yours faithfully, "BELLA BASSETT." This letter was written at the brave lady; and Mr.Oldfield did what was expected, he sent Miss Somerset a copy of Lady Bassett's letter, and some lines in his own hand, describing Sir Charles's difficulty in a more businesslike way.
In due course Miss Somerset wrote him back that she was in the country, hunting, at no very great distance from Huntercombe Hall; she would sent up to town for her desk; the letter would be there, if she had kept it at all.
Oldfield groaned at this cool conjecture, and wrote back directly, urging expedition.
This produced an effect that he had not anticipated.
One morning Lord Harrowdale's foxhounds met at a large covert, about five miles from Huntercombe, and Sir Charles told Lady Bassett she must ride to cover.
"Yes, dear.

Charles, love, I have no spirit to appear in public.

We shall soon have publicity enough." "That is my reason.

I have not done nor said anything I am ashamed of, and you will meet the county on this and on every public occasion." "I obey," said Bella.
"And look your best." "I will, dearest." "And be in good spirits." "Must I ?" "Yes." "I will try.

Oh!--oh!--oh!" "Why, you poor-spirited little goose! Dry your eyes this moment." "There.