[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear

Of Course She Is A Fool, But So Are All Girls.

Only Trust Me! You Have Fallen Into A Fit Of Despondency And There Is Not The Least Need! In Fact, Nothing Could Be More Fatal, In Any Predicament! It Encourages One To Suppose That There Is Nothing To Be Done, When A Little Resolution Is All That Is Wanted To Bring Matters To A Happy Conclusion.

Horatia Said Eagerly: "oh, You Will Take M-me Instead?" "no," Said Rule, With A Faint Smile. "i Won't Do That. But I Will Engage Not To Marry Your Sister. It's Not Necessary To Offer Me An Exchange, My Poor Child." "b-but It Is!" Said Horatia Vigorously. "one Of Us M-must Marry You!

Miss Grantham's Sense Of Humour Got The Better Of Her At This Point, And, Tottering Towards A Chair, She Sank Into It, Exclaiming In Tragic Accents:'oh Heavens! I Am Betrayed!' His Lordship Blenched; Both He And Miss Laxton Regarded Her With Guilty Dismay. Miss Grantham Buried Her Face In Her Handkerchief, And Uttered One Shattering Word: 'wretch!

Perhaps,” Murmured His Lordship, “i Yielded To A Compassionate Impulse.” “a What?” Gasped His Best Friend. “oh, Did You Think I Never Did So?” Said His Lordship, The Satirical Glint In His Eyes Extremely Pronounced. “you Wrong Me! I Do, Sometimes—not Frequently, Of Course, But Every Now And Then!