is not the giddy word you must go by, mamma, or there will be something
to forgive every minute," Miss Trevanion glided from the room.

"Have you a sister?" asked Lady Ellinor.

"No."

"And Trevanion has no son," she said, mournfully. The blood rushed to
my cheeks. Oh, young fool again! We were both silent, when the door
opened, and Mr. Trevanion entered. "Humph!" said he, smiling as he saw
me,--and his smile was charming, though rare. "Humph, young sir, I came
to seek for you,--I have been rude, I fear; pardon it. That thought has
only just occurred to me, so I left my Blue Books, and my amanuensis
hard at work on them, to ask you to come out for half an hour,--just
half an hour, it is all I can give you: a deputation at one! You dine
and sleep here, of course?"

"Ah, sir, my mother will be so uneasy if I am not in town to-night!"

"Pooh!" said the member; "I'll send an express."

"Oh, no indeed; thank you."

"Why not?"

I hesitated. "You see, sir, that my father and mother are both new to
London; and though I am new too, yet they may want me,--I may be of
use." Lady Ellinor put her hand on my head and sleeked down my hair as
I spoke.