CHAPTER XV--THE WALK.
'Oh, dear! I wish Hatfield had not been so precipitate!' said Rosalie next day at four P.M., as, with a portentous yawn, she laid down her worsted-work and looked listlessly towards the window.

'There's no inducement to go out now; and nothing to look forward to.

The days will be so long and dull when there are no parties to enliven them; and there are none this week, or next either, that I know of.' 'Pity you were so cross to him,' observed Matilda, to whom this lamentation was addressed.

'He'll never come again: and I suspect you liked him after all.

I hoped you would have taken him for your beau, and left dear Harry to me.' 'Humph! my beau must be an Adonis indeed, Matilda, the admired of all beholders, if I am to be contented with him alone.