Do you never mean to be wiser ?" "Never, my dear; it's hopeless.

But confess, Elise, that you were very fidgety about Lucia, and heartily glad to get rid of your visitor.

Why, I saw it in every line of your letter, which told me he was gone." Mrs.Bellairs coloured.

"Yes, I will confess I was not sorry when he went; he bored me a little, and I am afraid I was not as hospitable as I might have been." "Well, and how about Lucia?
You might as well tell me, for I shall see her to-morrow and find out everything." "There is nothing for me to tell or you to find out.

Lucia is anxious about her mother, and, I think, sorry to leave Cacouna.