What a collection! One would have thought he projected a visit of six months at least.

A considerable time after, came Lord Lowborough in his barouche.

Is he one of the profligate friends, I wonder?
I should think not; for no one could call him a jolly companion, I'm sure,--and, besides, he appears too sober and gentlemanly in his demeanour to merit such suspicions.

He is a tall, thin, gloomy-looking man, apparently between thirty and forty, and of a somewhat sickly, careworn aspect.
At last, Mr.Huntingdon's light phaeton came bowling merrily up the lawn.
I had but a transient glimpse of him: for the moment it stopped, he sprang out over the side on to the portico steps, and disappeared into the house.
I now submitted to be dressed for dinner--a duty which Rachel had been urging upon me for the last twenty minutes; and when that important business was completed, I repaired to the drawing-room, where I found Mr.
and Miss Wilmot and Milicent Hargrave already assembled.

Shortly after, Lord Lowborough entered, and then Mr.Boarham, who seemed quite willing to forget and forgive my former conduct, and to hope that a little conciliation and steady perseverance on his part might yet succeed in bringing me to reason.