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Rh "I suppose you are just arrived." "I arrived yesterday." Inquiries of that small kind with which conversation after absence always commences among friends, occupied the way to the carriage. Lorraine was installed in the vacant place, the other two gentlemen following on horseback. Lady Mandeville was in the best of all possible humours—she was really glad to see Edward on his own, and delighted to see him on Emily's account. In short, to use the favourite newspaper phrase for all cases of escape, whether from fire, water, or mailcoachmen (we mean their driving), his appearance was "quite providential." She was only anxious about Miss Arundel's looks—they were irreproachable. The pretty little mouth, all unconsciously, had broken into "dimples and smiles," the eyes darkened and danced in their own delight, and their colour was like that of the young rose when it puts back its green hood from its cheek, crimson with the first kisses of the morning. A little judicious encouragement soon led her to take part in the conversation,—and the drive seemed ended almost before it had begun. Edward could not help pausing on the steps of the hall, to