to the Elfin's Well; we have long had an engagement together."
The lady smiled a gracious assent; the pony phaeton was immediately ordered.
"How pleasant Lady Courtown and I used to discourse about martingales! I think I invented one, didn't I? Pray, Mrs. Felix Lorraine, can you tell me what a martingale is? for upon my honour I've forgotten, or never knew."
"If you found a martingale for the mother, Vivian, it had been well if you had found a curb for the daughter. Poor Cynthia! I had intended once to advise the Marchioness to interfere; but one forgets these things."
"One does.—Oh! Mrs. Felix,"' exclaimed Vivian, "I told your admirable story of the Leyden Professor to Mrs. Cleveland. It 's universally agreed to be the best ghost story extant.—I think you said you knew the Professor?"
