g."

Miss Woodley obediently sat down--and though her thoughts and heart were
in the chamber of her friend, she never marked by one impertinent word,
or by one line of her face, the restraint she suffered.

At the usual hour, Mr. Dorriforth and his ward were summoned to tea:--he
entered with a countenance which evinced the remains of anger; his eye
gave testimony of his absent thoughts; and though he took up a pamphlet
affecting to read, it was plain to discern that he scarcely knew he held
it in his hand.

Mrs. Horton began to make tea with a mind as intent upon something else
as Dorriforth's--she longed for the event of this misunderstanding; and
though she wished no ill to Miss Milner, yet with an inclination bent
upon seeing something new--without the fatigue of going out of her own
house--she was not over scrupulous what that novelty might be. But for
fear she should have the imprudence to speak a word upon the subject
which employed her thoughts, or even to look as if she thought of it at
all; she pinched her lips close together, and cast her eyes on vacancy,
lest their significant regards might expose her to detection. And for
fear any noise should intercept even the sound of what might happen, she
walked across the room more softly than usual, and more softly touched
every thing she was obliged to lay her hand on.

Miss Woodley thought it her duty to be mute; and now the gingle of a tea
spoon was like a deep-toned bell, all was so quiet.

Mrs. Horton, too, in the self-approving reflection that she was not in a
quarrel or altercation of any kind, felt herself at this moment
remarkably peaceful and charitable. Miss Woodley did not recollect
_herself_ so, but was so in reality--in her, peace and charity were
instinctive virtues, accident could not increase them.

The tea had scarce been made, when a servant came with Miss Milner's
compliments, and she "did not mean to have any tea." The pamphlet shook
in Dorriforth's hand while this message was delivered--he believed her to
be dressing for her evening's entertainment, and now studied in what
manner he should prevent, or resent her disobedience to his commands. He
coughed--drank his tea--endeavoured to talk, but found it
difficult--sometimes read--and in this manner near two hours were passed
away, when Miss Milner came into the room.--Not dressed for a ball, but
as she had risen from dinner. Dorriforth read on, and seemed afraid of
looking up, lest he should