I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered:--and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him." Coffee is handed.

The ladies, since the gentlemen entered, have become lively as larks; conversation waxes brisk and merry.

Colonel Dent and Mr.Eshton argue on politics; their wives listen.

The two proud dowagers, Lady Lynn and Lady Ingram, confabulate together.

Sir George--whom, by-the-bye, I have forgotten to describe,--a very big, and very fresh-looking country gentleman, stands before their sofa, coffee- cup in hand, and occasionally puts in a word.