CHAPTER VIII.
Mrs.Presty Makes a Discovery.
The dinner-party had come to an end; the neighbors had taken their departure; and the ladies at Mount Morven had retired for the night.
On the way to her room Mrs.Presty knocked at her daughter's door.

"I want to speak to you, Catherine.

Are you in bed ?" "No, mamma.

Come in." Robed in a dressing-gown of delicately-mingled white and blue, and luxuriously accommodated on the softest pillows that could be placed in an armchair, Mrs.Linley was meditating on the events of the evening.
"This has been the most successful party we have ever given," she said to her mother.

"And did you notice how charmingly pretty Miss Westerfield looked in her new dress ?" "It's about that girl I want to speak to you," Mrs.Presty answered, severely.