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. She will not make any great sensation. Too sentimental and
countrified. As Lord Byron says,--'Smells of bread and butter.'"

This last sneering remark, I considered a compliment. My charming Kate,
looked as fresh and natural as a new-blown rose with the morning dew
still fresh upon its petals. There was nothing studied or affected
about her--no appearance of display--no effort to attract admiration;
she was an unsophisticated child of nature, and the delightful
frankness, with which she received the homage of the male portion of
the company, was quite a contrast to the supercilious airs of the
fashionable belles.

The opinion of the gentlemen with regard to the fair _debutante_, was
quite the reverse of those given by her own sex.

"What a lovely girl!"

"What an easy graceful carriage!"

"Did you ever see a more charming expression--a more bewitching smile?
A perfect lady from head to foot."

"I have lost _my_ heart already."

"By Jove! won't