Holberton; at least he professed to do so, though some persons
accused him of interested views, and aiming at her album rather
than herself. But although his attentions were received, yet nothing
could afford full consolation. At length, all other means failing, at
the end of a month, it was proposed that two persons, mutual
friends of Lady Holberton and Miss Rowley, should call on the latter
lady, and appeal privately to her sense of honor, to restore the
autograph if it were actually in her possession. This plan was finally
agreed on; but the very day it was to have been carried into
execution, Miss Rowley left town for an excursion in Finland.

As for myself, I was also on the wing, and left London about the
same time. The parting with Lady Holberton was melancholy; she
was much depressed, and the physicians had recommended the
waters of Wiesbaden. Mr. T----- was also preparing for an excursion
to Germany; and he was suspected of vascillating {sic} in his
Butlerite views, brought over by Lady Holberton's tears and logic.

Returning to London, some three months later, I found many of my
former acquaintainces {sic} were absent; but Lady Holberton, Miss
Rowley, and Mr. T----- were all in town again. The day after I arrived-
-it was Tuesday the 20th of August--as I was walking along
Piccadilly, about five o'clock in the afternoon, my eye fell on the
windows of Mr. Thorpe's great establishment. I was thinking over his
last catalogue of autographs, when I happened to observe a plain,
modest-looking young girl casting a timid glance at the door. There
was something anxious and hesitating in her manner, which
attracted my attention. Accustomed, like most Americans, to assist a
woman in any little difficulty, and with notions better suited perhaps
to the meridian of Yankee-land than that of London, I asked if she