I love you, Redbud, as well as I love any one in the world, and all I have said is for your good.

Now I must go." And Miss Lavinia solemnly enclosed the weeping girl in her arms, and returned to her carriage.

Before her sailed Miss Sallianna, smiling and languishing--her eyes upon the sky, and uttering the most elegant compliments.

These were received by Miss Lavinia with grave politeness; and finally the two ladies inclined their heads to each other, and the carriage drove off toward Winchester, followed by Redbud's eye.

That young lady was standing at the window, refusing to be comforted by her friend Fanny--who had given her the pigeon, it will be remembered--and obstinately bent on proving to herself that she was the most wretched young lady who had ever existed.
Meanwhile Miss Lavinia continued her way, gazing in a dignified attitude from the window of her carriage.