It was admiration, almost veneration, which Lady Helen felt for Mrs.Hamilton, and no one could have imagined how very frequently the indolent but well-meaning woman had regretted what she deemed was her utter inability to act with the same firmness that characterised her friend.

She was delighted at the notice Lilla ever received from her; but blinded by the artful manners of her elder girl, she often wished that Annie had been the favourite instead.

There was somewhat in Mrs.Hamilton's manner that night that caused her to feel her own inferiority more than ever; but no self-reproach mingled with the feeling.

She could not be like her, and then why should she expect or deplore what was impossible.

Leaning on Mrs.Hamilton's arm, she resolved, however, to visit the ball-room, and they reached Mr.Hamilton at the instant Grahame joined them.
"You here, Grahame!" exclaimed his friend, as he approached.