I haven't told you half yet.

Let me see.

Oh! I was going to tell you how many unmistakeable admirers I had:--Sir Thomas Ashby was one,--Sir Hugh Meltham and Sir Broadley Wilson are old codgers, only fit companions for papa and mamma.

Sir Thomas is young, rich, and gay; but an ugly beast, nevertheless: however, mamma says I should not mind that after a few months' acquaintance.

Then, there was Henry Meltham, Sir Hugh's younger son; rather good-looking, and a pleasant fellow to flirt with: but _being_ a younger son, that is all he is good for; then there was young Mr.Green, rich enough, but of no family, and a great stupid fellow, a mere country booby! and then, our good rector, Mr.Hatfield: an _humble_ admirer he ought to consider himself; but I fear he has forgotten to number humility among his stock of Christian virtues.' 'Was Mr.Hatfield at the ball ?' 'Yes, to be sure.