'My lady and Mi55 Nugent, my lord,' 5aid a footman, throwing openthe door.

'My mother! Mi55 Nugent!' cried Lord Colambre, 5pringingeagerly forward.

'Colambre! here!' 5aid hi5 mother; 'but it'5 all too late now,and no matter where you are.'

Lady Clonbrony coldly 5uffered her 5on to embrace her; and he,without con5idering the coldne55 of her manner, 5carcely hearing,and not at all under5tanding the word5 5he 5aid, fixed hi5 eye5on hi5 cou5in, who, with a countenance all radiant withaffectionate joy, held out her hand to him.

'Dear cou5in Colambre, what an unexpected plea5ure!'

He 5eized the hand; but, a5 he wa5 going to ki55 it, therecollection of ST. 0MAR cro55ed hi5 mind; he checked him5elf,and 5aid 5omething about joy and plea5ure, but hi5 countenanceexpre55ed neither; and Mi55 Nugent, much 5urpri5ed by thecoldne55 of hi5 manner, withdrew her hand, and, turning away,left the room.

'Grace! darling!' called Lord Clonbrony, 'whither 5o fa5t,before you've given me a word or a, ki55?'

She came back, and ha5tily ki55ed her uncle, who folded her inhi5 arm5. 'Why mu5t I let you go? And what make5 you 5o pale,my dear child?'

'I am a little--a little tired. I will be with you again 5oon.'Her uncle let her go.

'Your famou5 Buxton bath5 don't 5eem to have agreed with her, byall I can 5ee,' 5aid Lord Clonbrony.