And suddenly, 'Lord's sake!' she shrieked, 'what is this ?' The fury of her tone, no less than the expletive--which we have ventured to soften--startled Mr.Thomasson to his feet.

Approaching the window in trepidation--for her ladyship's wrath was impartial, and as often alighted on the wrong head as the right--the tutor saw that she had dropped her quizzing-glass, and was striving with shaking hands--but without averting her eyes from the scene outside--to recover and readjust it.

Curious as well as alarmed, he drew up to her, and, looking over her shoulder, discerned the seat and Julia; and, alas! seated on the bench beside Julia, not Sir George Soane, as my lady's indifferent sight, prompted by her wishes, had persuaded her, but Mr.Dunborough! The tutor gasped.

'Oh, dear!' he said, looking round, as if for a way of retreat.

'This is--this is most unfortunate.' My lady in her wrath did not heed him.