As the young lady of Mrs.Portheris's party joined us I thought I found a barometric reading in Mr.Dod's countenance that explained the situation.

"I remember you," she said shyly, and there was something in this innocent audacity and the blush which accompanied it that helped me to remember her too.

"You came to see mamma in Half Moon-street once.

I am Isabel." "Dear me!" I replied, "so you are.

I remember--you had to go upstairs, hadn't you.