hand, put his foot in my apronpocket, follow me about like a dog, and is, I am firmly persuaded, the very best horse in England. He is quite thoroughbred, though he has never been in training-and is as beautiful as he is good. Bright bay, with such black legs, and such a silky mane and tail! I know lots of ladies whose hair is coarser than Brilliant's. Fifteen hands three inches, and Cousin John says well up to his weight-an honest fourteen stone. With the smallest nose, and the leanest head, and the fullest dark eye, and the widest, reddest nostril,-his expression of countenance, when a little blown, is the most beautiful I ever beheld; and not a white mark about him, except a tiny star in the very middle of his forehead: I know it well, for I have kissed it often and often. The picture over my chimney-piece does not half do him justice; but then, to be sure, its pendant, painted by the same artist, and representing my other horse, White-Stockings, flatters that very plain and excellent animal most unblushingly.

Of all delights in the world, give me my morning canter up the park on Brilliant. Away we go, understanding each other perfectly; and I am quite sure that he enjoys as much as I do the bright sunshine, and the morning breeze, and the gleaming Serpentine, with its solitary swan, and its hungry ducks, and its amphibious dogs continually swimming for the inciting stick, only rescued to produce fresh exertions; and the rosy children taking their morning walk; and, above all, the liberty of London before two o'clock in the day, when the real London begins. I pat Brilliant's smooth, hard neck, and he shakes his head, and strikes at an imaginary butterfly with one black fore-leg, and I draw my rein a thought tighter, and away we go, much to the admiration of that good-looking man with mustachios who is leaning on his umbrella close to the rails, and smoking the cigar of meditation as if the park was his own.

I often wondered who that man was. Morning after morning have I seen him at the same place, always with an umbrella, and always with a cigar. I quite missed him on the

Derby Day, when of course he was gone to Epsom (by the bye, why don't we go to the Derby just as much as to Ascot ?); and yet it was rather a relief, too, for I had got almost shy about passing him; it seemed so absurd to see the man every day and never to speak; besides, I fancied, though of course it could only be fancy, that he looked as if he was expecting me. At last I couldn't help blushing, and I thought he saw it, for I'm sure he smiled, and then I was so provoked with myself that I sent Brilliant up the ride at a pace nothing short of a race-horse could have caught.

CHAPTER III.

I WONDER Whether any lady in England has a maid who, to use that domestic's own expression, is capable of giving satisfaction.' If any lady does rejoice in such an Abigail, I shall be too happy to 'swap' with her, and give anything else I possess, except Brilliant, into the bargain. Mine is the greatest goose that ever stood upon two legs, and how she can chatter as she does with her mouth full of pins, is to me a perfect miracle. Once or twice in the week I have to endure a certain ordeal which, although a positive pleasure to some women, is to my disposition intense martyrdom, termed dressing to go out; and I think I never hated it more than the night of Lady Horsingham's ball. Lady Horsingham is my poor uncle's widow, and as Aunt Deborah is extremely punctilious on all matters relating to family connexions, we invariably attend these solemnities with a gravity befitting the occasion.

Now I may be singular in my ideas, but I confess that it does appear to me a strange way of enjoying oneself in the dog days, to make one's toilette at eleven p.m. for the purpose of sitting in a carriage till twelve, and struggling on a staircase amongst a mob of one's fellow-creatures till half-past. After fighting one's way literally step by step, and gaining a landing by assault, one looks around and takes breath, and what does one see? Panting girls looking in vain for the right partner, who is probably not ten yards from them, but wedged in

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between substantial dowagers, whom he is cursing in his heart, but from whom there is no escape, or perhaps philosophically and perfidiously making the best of his unavoidable situation, and flirting shamefully with the one he likes next best to the imprisoned maiden on the staircase; or, the tables turned, young fledglings pining madly for their respective enslavers, and picturing to themselves. how she may be even now whirling round to that pealing waltz in the arms of some former adorer or delightfully new acquaintance, little heeding him who is languishing in his white neck cloth, actually within speaking distance, but separated as effectually as if he were in another country. By-the-bye, it's fatal when people begin to think of each other as he's and she's; the softest proper name that ever was whispered is not half so dangerous as those demonstrative pronouns. In one corner is a stout old gentleman wedged against the wall, wiping the drops from his bald head, and wondering what Jane and Julia can see in these gatherings to make them wild about going to every ball for which they can get an invitation. Deluded father! both Jane and Julia have the best of reasons in this very house. You grudge not to spend a broiling September day in the pursuit of your game: each of your fair daughters, sir, flatters herself that she too has winged her bird.

Swaying backwards and forwards in the mass, like some goodly merchantman at anchor, pitching and rolling to a ground-swell, behold the chaperone fulfilling her destiny, and skilfully playing that game which to her is the business of life. Flushed and hot in person, she is cool and composed in mind. Practice makes perfect; and the chaperone is as much at home here as the stock-broker on 'Change, or the betting-man in the ring, or the fisherman amidst the roar and turmoil of the waves. With lynx eyes she notes how Lady Carmine's eldest girl is carrying on' with young Thriftless, and how Lord Looby's eye-glass is fixed on her own youngest daughter; yet for all this she is not absent or preoccupied, but can whisper to stupid Lady Dulwich the very latest intelligence

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of a marriage, or listen, all attention, to the freshest bit of scandal from Mrs. General Gabbler. But perhaps by this time you have floated with the tide into the doorway, and received from your hostess the cordial shake of the hand or formal bow which makes you free of the place. So with patience and perseverance you work your way at last into the dancing-room, and you now see what people come here for; dancing, of course: each performer has about eighteen inches of standingroom, and on that space must be enacted in hopeless pantomime the intricate evolutions of the quadrille or the rotatory struggles of the waltz. Sidling and smiling and edging and crushing, the conscientious dancers strive to fulfil their duties, and much confusion and begging of pardons are the natural results.

However, it's a rare place for love. making. What with the music and the crowd and the confusion, the difficulty is more to make out what one's partner does say, than to prevent his being overheard by other people; but I must confess, if anybody had anything very particular to say to me, I had rather hear it in the quiet country by moonlight, or even coming home from Greenwich by water, or anywhere, in short, rather than in the turmoil of a London ball. But that's all nonsense, and I hope I have too much pride to allow any man to address me in such a strain. Trust me for setting him down!

It's no wonder, then, that I was cross when I was dressing for Lady Horsingham's ball, and that silly Gertrude (that's my maid's name, and what a name it is for a person in that class of life!) put me more and more out of patience with her idiotic conversation, which she tries to adapt to my tastes, and of which the following is a specimen.

'Master John will be at her ladyship's ball, miss, I make no doubt; brushing away the while at my back hair, and pulling it unnecessarily hard: no maid ever yet had a light hand.'

No answer. What business is it of hers and why should she call him Master John? Gertrude tries again: You look pale to-night, Miss;-you that generally has such

a colour; I'm afraid you're tired with your ride.'

Not a bit of it-only sleepy. Why it's time one was in bed.'

Lor, miss, I shouldn't want to go to bed, not if I was going to a ball; but I think you like 'orse exercise best, and to be sure, your 'orse is a real beauty, Miss Kate.'

The very name of Brilliant always puts me in good humour, so of course I can but answer, That he is, Gertrude, and as good as he's handsome;' on which my voluble handmaid goes off again at score.

"That's what I say, miss, when I see him coming round to the door, with his long black tail, and his elegant shape, and his thin legs.' Thin legs!-I can't stand that; to hear my beautiful Brilliant's great strong legs called thin, as if he was made of paper. I feel I am getting savage again, so I cut Gertrude short, and bid her finish my hair,' and hasten my dressing, for Aunt Deborah don't take long, and we shall be late for the ball. At the mention of the word 'ball,' off goes Gertrude again.

'What a grand ball it'll be, miss, as all her ladyship's is; and I know there'll be no young lady there as will be better dressed than my young lady, nor better looking neither; and I'm sure, to see you and Master John stand up together as you did last Christmas, when we was all at Dangerfield! and I says to the steward, Mr. Musty,' says I, 'a handsomer couple than them two I never clapped eyes on. Master John, he looks so fresh and so healthy and portly, as becomes a gentleman.' And he says, No doubt,' says he; and Miss Kate, she steps away like a real good one, with her merry eyes and her trim waist, as blooming,' says he, as a bean-field, and as saucy as

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There, that will do, Gertrude now my pocket-handkerchief and some scent, and my gloves and my fan. Good night, Gertrude.'

"Good night, miss; I do humbly hope you'll enjoy your ball.'

Enjoy my ball, indeed! how little does the girl know what I enjoy and what I don't enjoy!

Lady Horsingham will be as stiff as the poker, and about as communicative. Cousin Amelia will look at every

thing I've got on, and say the most disagreeable things she can think of, because she never can forgive me for being born two years later than herself. I shall know very few people, and those I do know I shall not like. I shall have a headache before I've been half-an-hour in the room. If I dance I shall be hot, and if I don't dance I shall be bored. Enjoy my ball, indeed! I'd much rather be going haymaking.

Up went the steps, bang went the door, and ere long we were safely consigned to the 'string' of carriages bound for the same destination as ourselves. After much 'cutting in,' and shaving of wheels, and lashing of coach-horses, with not a little blasphemy, Miss Horsingham' and Miss Coventry' were announced in a stentorian voice, and we were struggling in a mass of silks and satins, blonde and broad-cloth, up the swarming staircase. Everything happened exactly as I had predicted: Lady Horsingham accosted Aunt Deborah with the most affectionate cordiality, and lent me two fingers of her left hand, to be returned without delay. Cousin Amelia looked me well over from head to foot, and asked after my own health and Brilliant's with a supercilious smile. How that girl hates me, and I honestly confess to returning the feeling with some cordiality. As far as appearance goes, I think without vanity I may say I have the best of it, Cousin Amelia being very short and pale, with a

turn-up' nose and long ringlets. Why does a little woman with a turn-up nose always wear her hair in ringlets? Is it that she wishes to resemble a King Charles's spaniel? And why are our sex so apt to cherish feelings of animosity towards those who are younger or better-looking than themselves? Whilst I asked myself these questions, I was suddenly accosted by a lady who had been some time in conversation with my chaperone, and from whom, I saw by Aunt Deborah's countenance, sh she was anxious to make her escape. Poor old soul! What could she do? a double rank of dowagers hemmed her in; in front, on one side of her, was her unwelcome acquaintance

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and the banisters, on the other, myself and three demure young ladies (sisters), who looked frightened and uncomfortable,-whilst her rear was guarded by a tall cavalry officer with enormous moustachios, heading an impervious column of dandies worse than himself. Aunt Deborah was like a needle in a bottle of hay. Taking advantage of her position, the lady before-mentioned seized me by both hands, and vowed she should have known me anywhere by my likeness to my poor mamma. 'I must make your acquaintance, my dear Miss Coventry -your uncle, Sir Harry, was one of my oldest friends. I see you so often in the park, and you ride the nicest horse in London, a bay with a white star.' Of course I bowed an affirmative, and shook my new friend by the hand with a cordiality equal to her own. A conversation begun in so promising a manner as by a reference to my favourite, was sure to go on swimmingly; besides, we could not have got away from each other if we would; and ere long I found Mrs. Lumley-for that was the lady's name-a most amusing and satirical personage, with a variety of anecdotes about all her friends and acquaintance, and a sort of flippant charm of manner that was quite irresistible.

Besides all this, she was doubtless a very pretty woman-less striking perhaps than winning. At the first glance you hardly remarked herat the second you observed she was very well dressed-at the third it occurred to you all of a sudden that she was far better looking than half the regular red-and-white beauties of the season; and after five minutes' conversation, all the men were over head and ears in love with her. She was neither dark nor fair-neither pale nor ruddy-neither short nor tall. I never could succeed in making out the colour of her eyes, but she had wonderfully long thick eyelashes, with a curl in them (I wish mine had been cut when I was a baby), and a beautiful healthylooking skin, and such good teeth. After all, I think her great attraction was her nose. It had more expression in its straight, well-cut bridge and little sharp point, than all the rest of her features put

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together. I believe it was her nose that conquered everything, and that her small feet, and pretty figure, and white hands, and dashing ways, and piquante conversation, had much less to answer for than that one saucy little feature. How she rattled on: "You don't know Lady Scapegrace, Miss Coventry, do you? There, that bold-looking woman in yellow. Beautiful black hair, hasn't she?-false, every bit of it! She'll bow to me to-night, because she sees me with your good aunt; there, I told you so! Since she and Sir Guy are living together again she sets up for being respectable such stories, my dear! but I don't believe half of 'em. However, I've seen her with my own eyes do the oddest things at best, I'm afraid she's a shocking flirt! There's your cousin, Mr. Jones;-you see I know everybody how black he looks - he don't like me-a great many people don't, but I return good for evilI like everybody-it's never worth while to be cross;' and as she said so, she smiled with such a sunny, merry expression that I liked her better and better.

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Cousin John certainly did look very cross. "Who introduced you to that horrid woman, Kate?' said he, as soon as a fresh convulsion in the crowd had stranded us a few steps higher up, and we were separated from Mrs. Lumley and her

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'My aunt, sir,' I replied, demurely, telling a 'white one' for the sake of teasing him. Why? have you any objections ?'

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Oh, of course, if my aunt did, it's all right,' replied he. I don't know a great deal of her, and what I do know I don't much like. Kate, there's a friend of mine wishes to be presented to you. You've often heard me mention Frank Lovell-well, there he is: do you see him?-turning round now to speak to Lady Scapegrace.'

Good heavens! it was the man I had seen in the park so often, if possible, better looking with his hat off than I had thought him in his morning costume, with the eternal cigar in his mouth. I have a sort of dim recollection of his making his bow to my aunt, who received him as she does all good

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looking young men, with a patronizing smile, and a vision of John doing the polite,' and laughing as he ceremoniously introduced Captain Lovell' and 'Miss Coventry,' and something said about honour of the next waltz;' and although I am not easily discomposed, I confess I felt a little shy and uncomfortable till I found myself hanging on Captain Lovell's arm, and elbowing our way to a place amongst the dancers.

I must say he wasn't the least what I expected,—not at all forward, and never alluded to our previous meeting, or to Brilliant,

till we went to have an ice in the tea-room, when Captain Lovell began to enlarge upon the charm of those morning rides, and the fresh air, and the beautiful scenery of Hyde-park; and though I never told him exactly, he managed to find out that I rode every day at the same early hour, even after a ball!' and that I was as likely to be there to-morrow as any day in the week; and so we had another turn at the Colombetta' waltz, and he took me back to my aunt, half-inclined to be pleased with him, and more than half-inclined to be angry with myself. I am afraid I couldn't help watching him as he loitered about amongst the crowd, now deep in conversation with Lady Scapegrace, now laughing with my new friend, Mrs. Lumley. looked so like a gentleman, even amongst all the high-bred men there; and though so handsome, he didn't appear the least conceited. I began to wonder whether all could be true that I had heard of him, and to think that a man who liked such early walks could not possibly be the roué and good-for-nothing' they made him out. I was roused out of a brown study by Cousin John's voice in my ear,-' Now then, Kate, for our waltz.

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room's a little clearer, so we can go 'the pace' if you like.' And away we went to the Odalisque' faster than any other couple in the room. Somehow it wasn't half such a pretty air as the Colombetta, and John, though he has a very good ear, didn't seem to waltz quite so well as usual; perhaps I was getting a little tired. I know I wasn't at

all sorry when my aunt ordered the carriage, and I thought the dawn never looked so beautiful as it did when we emerged from those hot, lighted rooms into the pure fragrant summer air. I confess I do love the dawn, even in London. I like to see the gates of morning' open with that clear light-green tinge that art has never yet been able to imitate; and if I could do as I liked, which none of us can, I should always be up and dressed by sun-rise.

As we drove down Grosvenorplace, I saw Captain Lovell walking home, smoking a cigar. I think he caught a glimpse of my face at the carriage-window, for I am almost sure he bowed, but I shrank back into the corner, and pretended to go to sleep; and when we arrived in Lowndes-street, I was not at all sorry to wish Aunt Deborah goodnight, and go up-stairs to bed.

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Now then, Kate, late as usual; my phaeton's at the door, and we've only an hour and five minutes to do the twelve miles,' said Cousin John's cheery voice, as he accosted me on the following morning, running upstairs to change my dress, after my early ride. Yes, notwithstanding the ball the night before, I was not going to disappoint Brilliant of his gallop; besides, these things are all habit if you once get accustomed to early hours, nothing is so easy as to keep to them. Why, even Captain Lovell was in the park as usual with his cigar-he seems regular enough about that, at all eventsand he took his hat off so gracefully when he spied me cantering up the Ride, that I hadn't the heart to pass without stopping just to say, 'How d'ye do?' but of course I didn't shake hands with him. 'Come, Kate, bustle, bustle,' exclaimed that fidget, John; and in less time than my ladyreaders would believe, I had put on my pink bonnet and my white dress, and was bowling down to Richmond by the side of my cousin, behind a roan and a chesnut that stepped away in a style it did one good to

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What a clipper that off-horse is, John,' said I, as we cleared