Do come; I wish to surprise my friends." Ada consented rather unwillingly, and Anna led her toward the music-room, followed by a dozen or more, all of whom wondered what a sewing woman's daughter knew about music.

On their way to the piano they passed near St.Leon and Lucy, the former of whom started as his eye fell upon Ada.
"I did not think there was another such face in the world," said he, apparently to himself; then turning to Lucy, he asked who that beautiful girl was.
"Which one ?" asked Lucy; "there are many beauties here to-night." "I mean the one with the white muslin, and dark auburn curls," said St.Leon.
Lucy's brow darkened but she answered, "That?
oh, that is Ada Harcourt.

Her mother is a poor sewing woman.

I never met Ada before, and cannot conceive how she came to be here; but then the Grahams are peculiar in their notions, and I suppose it was a whim of Anna's." Without knowing it, St.Leon had advanced some steps toward the door through which Ada had disappeared.

Lucy followed him, vexed beyond measure that the despised Ada Harcourt should even have attracted his attention.
"Is she as accomplished as handsome ?" asked he.
"Why, of course not," answered Lucy, with a forced laugh.