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 Juliet looked down, but kept her place.

Mrs. Ireton, a little nettled, was silent a few minutes, and then said, "Pray,—if I may ask,—if it will not be too great a liberty to ask,—what have been your pursuits since I had the honour of accompanying you to London? How have you passed your time? I hope you have found something to amuse you?"

Juliet sighed a negative.

"You have been studying the fine arts, I am told. Painting?—Drawing?—Sculpture?—or what is it?—Something of that sort, I am informed. Pray what is it, Mrs. Thing-a-mi?—I am always forgetting your name. Yet you have certainly a name; but I don't know how it is, I can never remember it. I believe I must beg you to write it down."

Juliet again only sighed.

"Perhaps I am making a mistake as to your occupations? Very likely I may be quite in the wrong? Indeed I