Miss Nugent had seldom till now had the advantage of hearing much conversation on literary subjects.  In the life she had been compelled to lead she had acquired accomplishments, had exercised her understanding upon everything that passed before her, and from circumstances had formed her judgment and her taste by observations on real life; but the ample page of knowledge had never been unrolled to her eyes.  She had never had opportunities of acquiring literature herself, but she admired it in others, particularly in her friend Miss Broadhurst.  Miss Broadhurst had received all the advantages of education which money could procure, and had profited by them in a manner uncommon among those for whom they are purchased in such abundance; she not only had had many masters, and read many books, but had thought of what she read, and had supplied, by the strength and energy of her own mind, what cannot be acquired by the assistance of masters.  Miss Nugent, perhaps overvaluing the information that she did not possess, and free from all idea of envy, looked up to her friend as to a superior being, with a sort of enthusiastic admiration; and now, with ‘charmed attention,’ listened, by turns, to her, to Mr. Salisbury, and to Lord Colambre, whilst they conversed on literary subjects—­listened, with a countenance so full of intelligence, of animation so expressive of every good and kind affection, that the gentlemen did not always know what they were saying.

‘Pray go on,’ said she, once, to Mr. Salisbury; ’you stop, perhaps, from politeness to me—­from compassion to my ignorance; but, though I am ignorant, you do not tire me, I assure you.  Did you ever condescend to read the Arabian tales?  Like him whose eyes were touched by the magical application from the dervise, I am enabled at once to see the riches of a new world—­Oh! how unlike, how superior to that in which I have lived!—­the great world, as it is called.’

Lord Colambre brought down a beautiful edition of the Arabian tales, looked for the story to which Miss Nugent had alluded, and showed it to Miss Broadhurst, who was also searching for it in another volume.

Lady Clonbrony, from her card-table, saw the young people thus engaged.

’I profess not to understand these things so well as you say you do, my dear Mrs. Broadhurst,’ whispered she; ’but look there now; they are at their books!  What do you expect can come of that sort of thing?  So ill-bred, and downright rude of Colambre, I must give him a hint.’

’No, no, for mercy’s sake! my dear Lady Clonbrony, no hints, no hints, no remarks!  What would you have!—­she reading, and my lord at the back of her chair, leaning over—­and allowed, mind, to lean over to read the same thing.  Can’t be better!  Never saw any man yet allowed to come so near her!  Now, Lady Clonbrony, not a word, not a look, I beseech.’

‘Well, well!—­but if they had a little music.’

’My daughter’s tired of music.  How much do I owe your ladyship now?—­three rubbers, I think.  Now, though you would not believe it of a young girl,’ continued Mrs. Broadhurst, ’I can assure your ladyship, my daughter would often rather go to a book than a ball.’