e. 'Twas
not zeal for King George, however, that made him drunk at one of the
assemblies, and forced his sister to leave in the midst of a dance for
very shame.

"Oh, Richard, is, there not something you can do?" she cried, when, I
had got her back in the little parlour in Gloucester Street; "father
has argued and, pleaded and threatened in vain. I thought,--I thought
perhaps you might help him."

"I think I am not one to preach, or to boast," I replied soberly.

"Yes," said she, looking grave; "I know you are wilder than you used to
be; that you play more than you ought, and higher than you ought."

I was silent.

"And I suspect at whose door it lies," said she.

"'Tis in the blood, Patty," I answered.

She glanced at me quickly.

"I know you better than you think," she said. "But Tom has not your
excuse. And if he had only your faults I would say nothing. He does not
care for those he should, and he is forever in the green-room of the
theatre."

I made haste to change the subject, and to give her what comfort I
might; for she was sobbing before she finished. And the next day I gave
Tom a round talking-to for having so little regard for his sister, the
hem of whose skirt he was not worthy to touch. He took it meekly enough,
with a barrel of pat excuses to come after. And he asked me to lend
him my phaeton, that he might go a-driving with Miss Crane, of the
theatrical company, to Round Bay!

Meanwhile I saw Miss Manners more frequently than was good for my peace
of mind, and had my turn as her partner at the balls. But I could not
bring myself to take third or fourth rank in the army that attended her.
I, who had been her playmate, would not become her courtier. Besides, I
had not the wit.

Was it strange that Dr. Courtenay should pride himself upon the
discovery of a new beauty? And in the Coffee House, and in every
drawing-room in town, prophesy for her a career of conquest such as few
could boast? She was already launched upon that career. And rumour
had it that Mr. Marmaduke was even then considering taking her home
to London, where the stage was larger and the triumph greater. Was it
surprising that the Gazette should contain a poem with the doctor's
well-known ear-marks upon it? It set the town a-wagging, and left no
room for doubt as to who had inspired it.

"Sweet Pandora, tho' formed of Clay,
Was fairer than the Light of Day.
By Venus learned in Beauty's Arts,
An