If you knew how I dislike moving when I am once settled; and I do so dread Lady Haughton, she is so fine, and so satirical! But Mr.Vigors says she is very much altered, poor thing! I should like to show you her letter, but I bad just sent it to Margaret--Mrs.Poyntz--a minute or two before you came.
She knows something of Lady Haughton.

Margaret knows everybody.

And we shall have to go in mourning for poor Sir James, I suppose; and Margaret will choose it, for I am sure I can't guess to what extent we should be supposed to mourn.

I ought to have gone in mourning before--poor Gilbert's nephew--but I am so stupid, and I had never seen him.

And--But oh, this is kind! Margaret herself,--my dear Margaret!" We had just turned away from the house, in our up-and-down walk; and Mrs.Poyntz stood immediately fronting us.