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Rh abandoned for Park Lane—the moonlight walk for a midnight ball—and for congenial tastes, universal admiration. All this was very disagreeable to allow, but still more disagreeable to resist; and Lord Etheringhame is a cipher in his own house: the cipher gives value to the other figures, still it is a cipher after all." "Well, Lord Etheringhame has all the milk of human kindness—to say nothing of the water," remarked Lord Mandeville; "but I do wish he was just master of some honeysuckle villa, and his brother in his place; though Lorraine's career will not be the less distinguished because he has to make it for himself." Evening came, and with it the assemblage of Lady Etheringhame's few friends: few as there were, there were quite enow to draw from every one the exclamation of, "I could not have believed there were so many people in town." The Countess came forward to meet them, looking more beautiful than ever. But it was not now that Emily envied her beauty;—no philosopher like a girl in love, to feel, for the time being, utter indifference to all possible pomp and garniture. Emily looked round the rooms, though, with