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 whither, then,—" stopping abruptly, looked confounded.

"May I ask your lordship to take me to Lady Aurora?" Mrs. Howel coldly demanded.

"Aurora?—Yes;—she is there, Ma'am;—still in the gallery."

Mrs. Howel presented him her hand, palpably to force him with her; and stalked past Juliet, without any other demonstration of perceiving her than what was unavoidably manifested by an heightened air of haughty disdain.

Lord Melbury, distressed, would still have hung back; but Mrs. Howel, taking his arm, proceeded, as if without observing his repugnance.

Juliet, in trembling dismay, glided on till she entered a vacant apartment, of which the door was open. To avoid intrusion, she was shutting herself in; but, upon some one's applying, nearly the next minute, for admittance, the fear of new misconstruction forced her to open the door. What, then,