not heard from Mr. Armistead for some days, so she was not obliged to write to him.'"
"What a horrid woman! but still it is a comfort to know she has had no letters either. But I want to consult you about my journey."
"When do you start?"
"This afternoon, if you think I am equal to it," said Blanche, who began to want, at least, a shew of opposition.
"You would not go, I presume, if you did not feel quite equal to it," said Dr. Ayscough, coolly. 'But there is only one more train to Folkestone this afternoon—you must make haste. Do you go by Ostend?"
"I suppose so; but Edwin will settle all that, I expect him soon. To say the truth, I do not well know my way to Berlin. It is a long journey, isn't it, Doctor Ayscough?"
"That depends upon who undertakes it. Miss Grenville goes with you?"
"Yes."
"And that little flighty French maid, who always calls calomel 'le calmant,' and has about as much idea of being useful as that
