"My dear," said Lady Fawn, "if you will endeavour to do your duty by him, I am sure he will do his by you." "I know it.

I am sure of it.

And I will; I will.

You will let me love you, and call you mother ?" A peculiar perfume came up from Lizzie's hair which Lady Fawn did not like.

Her own girls, perhaps, were not given to the use of much perfumery.