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maker. “ Well, I hope they'll be happythey are such nice, dear creatures, both of them. And poor, dear Sir Valentine -what can take him abroad in the height of the season?”
Ellen felt the colour rise to her temples, but the mother only thought of Augusta, and Ellen's blushes were unheeded.
When Augusta and her mamma were alone, the latter, angrily flinging down the paper, said, “ What do you mean to do, Augusta ? Julian, I begin to think, is not a marrying man. All your lovers, except Sir Peter, have vanished into smoke; do, for Heaven's sake, recall him, he will be caught up shortly, the season will be over, and I shall see you and Ellen dwindling and withering into old maids. I shall never live through it.” And the affectionate mamma put her Scotch cambric handkerchief to her eyes.
“Mamma,” said Augusta,“ do not grieve; I solemnly promise you, before the year is out, I will be the wife either of Julian or Sir Peter. But leave the whole affair to me; do
not interfere at all; remember Lord Gripeall. Oh! what a lesson was that to all matchmakers! I shall never forget the deep degradation of that odious affair-never feel quite restored to self-respect, while the recollection of it is a perpetual blister to my pride.”
“Ay, it was unfortunate, I own; but we see this through different mediums. He seemed so easy and affable; I had no idea he prided himself on his rank so much; however, I am quite sure, if you chose "
“ Mamma, you have my promise to marry, within this year, either Julian or Sir Peter ; it only holds good if that old monster is never named again by you to me !"
“ Very well, my love — so let it be...... within the year.”
“Yes, but you are not to interfere.”
“I'm sure I've no wish to do so; it seems, I shall get more kicks than halfpence for my pains. However, a word to the wise,' my dear,-if you don't take care, between two stools, you'll fall to the ground.'”
Augusta left the room.
“ Pride will have a fall, I fear,” soliloquized the mamma. “However, she shall make a good match, and I'll have a finger in the pie.”
“ A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye,
One morning, Ellen, who, since we last attended her to Pentonville, had paid several visits to the Douglases, received at a very early hour an invitation from Grizzy to breakfast with her.
“I leave London to-morrow, my dear Ellen Lindsay,” she said, in her note, “ and I wish to speak wi' you on an affair o'great consequence to me. Come directly you receive this; we breakfast at half-past eight.”
Ellen had only time to order the carriage, to dress herself hastily, and to drive at full speed to “ Bruce Cottage, Aberdeen Row"
She found the two old spinsters at breakfast, and, the morning sun coming full into the room, she was painfully struck by the wom and sallow countenance, hollow eyes, and somewhat bent form of the gigantic and still proud old Grizzy. Babie was very playful, and in high spirits. She liked the idea of a journey. She had by no means given up all hopes of " settling in life," and she thought a casual admirer, met in a steam-vessel or a mail-coach, to whom she was quite a novelty, was more likely to turn into a husband than any one “ fra’her ain countrie,” who knew her age, her fortunes, and her many matrimonial disappointments.
Though generally very economical, our spinsters were strictly national too; and, therefore, their table was covered with a Scotch breakfast. Tea, coffee, chocolate, bannocks, Scotch bread, marmalade, jellies, and fried fish, had been joyfully provided by Babie in honour of Ellen's visit, and graciously approved by Grizzy. An old Scotch magazine, and two papers of ancient date fra the north,