WALPOLE,--I can scarcely tell you the pleasure I feel at the prospect of seeing a dear friend, or a friend from dear Italy, whichever be the most proper to say.

My uncle is from home, and will not return till the day after to-morrow at dinner; but my cousin, Miss Kearney, charges me to say how happy she will be to receive you and your fellow-traveller at luncheon to-morrow.

Pray not to trouble yourself with an answer, but believe me very sincerely yours, 'NINA KOSTALERGI.' 'I was right in saying luncheon, Kate, and not dinner--was I not?
It is less formal.' 'I suppose so; that is, if it was right to invite them at all, of which I have very great misgivings.' 'I wonder what brought Cecil Walpole down here ?' said Nina, glad to turn the discussion into another channel.

'Could he have heard that I was here?
Probably not.

It was a mere chance, I suppose.