“I have come to make my parting compliments, Miss Moseley,” he said, in a tremulous voice, as he ventured to hold forth his hand.  “May heaven preserve you,” he continued, holding it in fervor to his bosom:  then dropping it, he hastily retired, as if unwilling to trust himself any longer to utter all he felt.  Emily stood a few moments, pale and almost inanimate, as the tears flowed rapidly from her eyes; and then she sought a shelter in a seat of the window.  Lady Moseley, on returning, was alarmed lest the draught would increase her indisposition; but her sister, observing that the window commanded a view of the road, thought the air too mild to do her injury.

The personages who composed the society at B——­ had now, in a great measure, separated, in pursuit of their duties or their pleasures.  The merchant and his family left the deanery for a watering-place.  Francis and Clara had gone on a little tour of pleasure in the northern counties, to take L——­ in their return homeward; and the morning arrived for the commencement of the baronet’s journey to the same place.  The carriages had been ordered, and servants were running in various ways, busily employed in their several occupations, when Mrs. Wilson, accompanied by John and his sisters, returned from a walk they had taken to avoid the bustle of the house.  A short distance from the park gates, an equipage was observed approaching, creating by its numerous horses and attendants a dust which drove the pedestrians to one side of the road.  An uncommonly elegant and admirably fitted travelling barouche and six rolled by, with the graceful steadiness of an English equipage:  several servants on horseback were in attendance; and our little party were struck with the beauty of the whole establishment.

“Can it be possible Lord Bolton drives such elegant horses?” cried John, with the ardor of a connoisseur in that noble animal.  “They are the finest set in the kingdom.”

Jane’s eye had seen, through the clouds of dust, the armorial bearings, which seemed to float in the dark glossy panels of the carriage, and she observed, “It is an earl’s coronet, but they are not the Bolton arms.”  Mrs. Wilson and Emily had noticed a gentleman reclining at his ease, as the owner of the gallant show; but its passage was too rapid to enable them to distinguish the features of the courteous old earl; indeed, Mrs. Wilson remarked, she thought him a younger man than her friend.

“Pray, sir,” said John to a tardy groom, as he civilly walked his horse by the ladies, “who has passed in the barouche?”

“My Lord Pendennyss, sir.”

“Pendennyss!” exclaimed Mrs. Wilson, with a tone of regret, “how unfortunate!”

She had seen the day named for his visit pass without his arrival, and now, as it was too late to profit by the opportunity, he had come for the second time into her neighborhood Emily had learnt, by the solicitude of her aunt, to take an interest in the young peer’s movements, and desired John to ask a question or two of the groom.