The ladies have just left for the drawing-room." The blaze of lights, the gay assemblage of youth and beauty which arrested my eyes as Saunders threw back the folding-doors, sent a sudden thrill of joy to my heart.

But these feelings were quickly damped by the cold and distant salutations I received from the larger portion of the company there assembled.

Persons who a few weeks before had courted my acquaintance and flattered my vanity, by saying and doing a thousand agreeable things, had not a friendly word to offer.
The meaning glance which passed round the circle when I appeared among them, chilled the warm glow of pleasure, which the sight of so many fair and familiar faces had called up.
What could be the meaning of all this?
A vague suspicion dashed into my mind, that my cousin was the direct cause of this change in the aspect of affairs, and, sick and disgusted with the world, I sat down at a distant table and began mechanically to turn over a large portfolio of splendid prints that I had not noticed before, and which I afterwards discovered, had been brought by Theophilus from Paris.
A half suppressed titter from two young ladies near me, and which I felt was meant for me, stung my proud heart to the quick.

A dark mist floated between me and the lights; and the next moment I determined to leave the room in which I felt that my presence was not required, and where I was evidently regarded as an intruder.
I had just risen from my seat to effect a quiet retreat, when the folding-doors were again thrown open, and Mrs.Hepburn and Miss Lee were announced.
What were these strangers to me?
The new arrival appeared to make no small sensation.

A general bustle ensued, and my eyes unconsciously followed the rest.
The blood receded from my cheeks, to flush them again to a feverish glow, when I instantly recognized the lovely girl and her aunt, whom I had for so many months sought for, and sought in vain.
Yes, it was she--my adored Catherine--no longer pale and agitated from recent danger, but radiant in youth and beauty, her lovely person adorned with costly jewels, and the rich garments that fashion has rendered indispensable to her wealthy votaries.
"Miss Lee," was whispered among the ladies near me.
"Mr.Moncton's ward ?" "The rich heiress." "Do you think her handsome ?" "Yes--passable." "Too short." "Her figure pretty--but insignificant." "She is just out." "So I hear.