fore, she should take care that on her side every one about her is well born.'
'Then you cannot have Miss Moffat,' said Beatrice. 'No; I would not if I could help it,' said the cousin.
'But the Thornes are as good a family as the Greshams,' said Beatrice. She had not quite courage to say, as good as the De Courcys.
'I dare say they are; and if this was Miss Thorne of Ullathorne, Augusta probably would not object to her. But can you tell me who Miss Mary Thorne is?'
'She is Doctor Thorne's niece.'
'You mean that she is called so; but do you know who her father was, or who her mother was? I, for one, must own I do not. Mamma, I believe, does, but—'
At this moment the door opened gently, and Mary Thorne entered the room.
It may easily be conceived, that while Mary was making her salutations the three other young ladies were a little cast aback. The Lady Alexandrina, however, quickly recovered herself, and, by her inimitable presence of mind and facile grace of manner, soon put the matter on a proper footing.
'We were discussing Miss Gresham's marriage,' said she; 'I am sure I may mention to an acquaintance of so long standing as Miss Thorne, that the first of September has been now fixed for the wedding.'
Miss Gresham! Acquaintance of so long standing! Why, Mary and Augusta Gresham had for years, we will hardly say now for how many, passed their mornings together in the same school-room; had quarrelled and squabbled, and caressed and kissed, and been all but as sisters to each other. Acquaintance, indeed! Beatrice felt that her ears were tingling, and even Augusta was a little ashamed. Mary, however, knew that the cold words had come from a De Courcy, and not from a Gresham, and did not, therefore, resent them.
'So it's settled, Augusta, is it?' said she; 'the first of September. I wish you joy with all my heart,' and coming round, she put her arm over Augusta's shoulder and kissed her. The Lady Alexandrina could not but think that the doctor's niece uttered her congratulations very much as though she were speaking to an equal; very much as though she had a father and mother of her own.
'You will have delicious weather,' continued Mary. 'September, and the beginning of October, is the nicest time of the year. If I were going honeymooning it is just the time of year I would choose.'
