s.'

'Make us, then,' said Lord Montfort.

'I cannot make you.'

'I think you could, Miss Grandison.'

At this moment Henrietta entered, and the conversation assumed a
different turn.

'Will you go with us to Lady Bellair's, Kate?' said Miss Temple. 'The
duchess has asked me to call there this morning.'

Miss Grandison expressed her willingness: the carriage was waiting, and
Lord Montfort offered to attend them. At this moment the servant entered
with a note for Miss Grandison.

'From Glastonbury,' she said; 'dear Henrietta, he wishes to see me
immediately. What can it be? Go to Lady Bellair's, and call for me on
your return. You must, indeed; and then we can all go out together.'

And so it was arranged. Miss Temple, accompanied by Lord Montfort,
proceeded to Bellair House.

'Don't come near me,' said the old lady when she saw them; 'don't come
near me; I am in despair; I do not know what I shall do; I think I shall
sell all my china. Do you know anybody who wants to buy old china? They
shall have it a bargain. But I must have ready money; ready money I must
have. Do not sit down in that chair; it is only made to look at. Oh!
if I were rich, like you! I wonder if my china is worth three hundred
pounds. I could cry my eyes out, that I could. The wicked men; I should
like to tear them to pieces. Why is not he in Parliament? and then they
could not take him up. They never could arrest Charles Fox. I have known
him in as much trouble as anyone. Once he sent all his furniture to my
house from his lodgings. He lodged in Bury-street. I always look at the
house when I pass by. Don't fiddle the pens; I hate people who fiddle.
Where is Gregory? where is my bell' Where is the page? Naughty boy! why
do not you come? There, I do not want anything; I do not know what to
do. The wicked men! The greatest favourite I had: he was so charming!
Charming people are never rich; he always looked melancholy. I think I
will send to the rich man I dine with; but I forget his name. Why do not
you tell me his name?'

'My dear Lady Bellair, what is the matter?'

'Don't ask me; don't speak to me. I tell you I am in despair. Oh! if I
were rich, how I would punish those wicked men!'

'Can I do anything?' said Lord Montfort.

'I do not know what you can do. I have got the tic. I always have the
tic when my friends are in trouble.'

'Who is in trouble, Lady Bellair?'

'My dearest friend; the only friend I care about. How can you be s