He will talk to me--I shall be animated--and you will profit." "Ah, no doubt!" said Bentley, smiling.

"And your friend's name ?" "Herbert Dunstable--Honourable Herbert Dunstable!--Signor Bentley," said Madame Vavasour, advancing with a stately step into the room, and waving peremptorily to the young man to follow.
Doris sat transfixed and staring.

Bentley turned to look at his niece, and their eyes met--his full of suppressed mirth.

The son!--the unsatisfactory son! Doris remembered that his name was Herbert.

In the train of this third-rate sorceress! Her thoughts ran excitedly to the distant moors, and that magnificent lady, with her circle of distinguished persons, holiday-making statesmen, peers, diplomats, writers, and the like.