great enfranchisement that had come to her, that with her alone he would have found himself almost unable to express the sympathy which he felt.  But with Lady Ongar he had no difficulty.  Lady Ongar, her sister being with them in the room, talked to him easily, as though there had never been anything between them to make conversation difficult.  That all words between them should, on such an occasion as this, be sad, was a matter of course; but it seemed to Harry that Julia had freed herself from all the effects of that feeling which had existed between them, and that it would become him to do this as effectually as she had done it.  Such an idea, at least, was in his mind for a moment; but when he left her she spoke one word which dispelled it.  “Harry,” she said, “you must ask Miss Burton to come across and see me.  I hear that she is to be at the rectory to-morrow.”  Harry of course said that he would send her.  “She will understand why I can not go to her, as I should do-but for poor Hermy’s position.  You will explain this, Harry.”  Harry, blushing up to his forehead, declared that Florence would require no explanation, and that she would certainly make the visit as proposed.  “I wish to see her, Harry—­so much.  And if I do not see her now, I may never have another chance.”

It was nearly a week after this that Florence went across to the great house with Mrs. Clavering and Fanny.  I think that she understood the nature of the visit she was called upon to make, and no doubt she trembled much at the coming ordeal.  She was going to see her great rival—­her rival, who had almost been preferred to her—­nay, who had been preferred to her for some short space of time, and whose claims as to beauty and wealth were so greatly superior to her own.  And this woman whom she was to see had been the first love of the man whom she now regarded as her own, and would have been about to be his wife at this moment had it not been for her own treachery to him.  Was she so beautiful as people said?  Florence, in the bottom of her heart, wished that she might have been saved from this interview.

The three ladies from the rectory found the two ladies at the great house sitting together in the small drawing-room.  Florence was so confused that she could hardly bring herself to speak to Lady Clavering, or so much as look at Lady Ongar.  She shook hands with the elder sister, and knew that her hand was then taken by the other.  Julia at first spoke a very few words to Mrs. Clavering, and Fanny sat herself down beside Hermione.  Florence took a chair at a little distance, and was left there for a few minutes without notice.  For this she was very thankful, and by degrees was able to fix her eyes on the face of the woman whom she so feared to see, and yet on whom she so desired to look.  Lady Clavering was a mass of ill-arranged widow’s weeds.  She had assumed in all its grotesque ugliness those paraphernalia of outward woe which women have been condemned to wear, in order