"It is fortunate you are not troubled with jealousy, and that this paragon of perfection, this Mrs.Hamilton, is your friend as well as papa's.

If I heard my husband so constantly extolling another woman in my presence, I should not be quite so easy." If a flush rose to Lady Helen's pale cheek at these words, it was so faint as scarcely to be perceivable, and she took no notice, except to say-- "If your great desire to go to this ball is to be with Caroline the first night of her _entree_, I should think Mrs.Hamilton was the best chaperon you could have." "I tell you, mother, I will not go with her.

She has not bewitched me as she has you and papa.

If you would only be quiet for a few hours, I am sure your head would be sufficiently well for you to go with me; and you know I never do enjoy an evening so much as when you accompany me, dear mamma," she continued, softening the violence with which she had at first spoken into one of the most persuasive eloquence; and humbling her pride and controlling the contempt with which she ever looked on her weak but far more principled mother, she knelt on a low stool by her side, and caressingly kissed Lady Helen's hand.
"Dear mamma, you would oblige me, I am sure you would, if you knew how much your presence contributes to my enjoyment.

A ball is quite a different thing when I feel I am under your wing, and you know papa prefers my going out with you to any one else." Annie spoke truth, though her words appeared but flattery.