"Put out some of the candles." "No, no, my dear," rejoined one of the young ladies engaged in dressing her; "we cannot sacrifice a candle.

We don't need them to discern your charms, Em; only to enable us to discover how to deck them to the best advantage.

How sweet you look!" Emily gazed into the mirror; and from the blush that suffused her face and the look of complacency that followed, it was quite evident that she shared her friend's opinion.

She did, indeed, look charming.

There was a deeper colour than usual on her cheeks, and her eyes were illumined with a soft, tender light.