congratulate you on quitting it. Where shall you live?"
"With my aunt," replied Margaret, turning towards Mrs. Shaw.
"My niece will reside with me in Harley Street. She is almost like a daughter to me," said Mrs. Shaw, looking fondly at Margaret; "and I am glad to acknowledge my own obligation for any kindness that has been shown to her. If you and your husband ever come to town, my son and daughter, Captain and Mrs. Lennox, will, I am sure, join with me in wishing to do anything in our power to show you attention."
Mrs. Thornton thought in her own mind, that Margaret had not taken much care to enlighten her aunt as to the relationship between the Mr. and Mrs. Thornton, towards whom the fine-lady aunt was extending her soft patronage; so she answered shortly,
"My husband is dead. Mr Thornton is my son. I never go to London; so I am not likely to be able to avail myself of your polite offers."
At this instant Mr. Thornton entered the room; he had only just returned from Oxford. His mourning suit spoke of the reason that had called him there.
"John," said his mother, "this lady is Mrs. Shaw, Miss Hale's aunt. I am sorry to say, that Miss Hale's call is to wish us good-bye."
"You are going then!" said he, in a low voice.
"Yes," said Margaret. "We leave to-morrow."
"My son-in-law comes this evening to escort us," said Mrs. Shaw.
Mr. Thornton turned away. He had not sat
