He will be sadly put about." "Dear, dear, it quite slipped my memory, Isabella." "You have no head at all, Georgina." "Can I frame an excuse ?" said Miss Crewys, piteously, "or will he think it discourteous ?" "Leave it to me, Georgina," said Lady Belstone, with the air of a diplomat.

"Mary, my love!" Lady Mary started.

"Yes, Isabella." "Georgina has very properly recalled to me that candles and lamps make a very poor light for viewing the family portraits.

You know, my love, the Vandyck is so very dark and black.

She proposes, therefore, with your permission, to act as our cousin's cicerone to-morrow morning, in the daytime.