She bore the catechising very well. Her replies were frequently rather trying to her interlocutor, but she never seemed troubled, or ashamed of any thing she had to say; and she wore, from first to last, that inscrutably innocent and indifferent little air. She did not even show confusion when Lady Theobald, on going away, made her farewell comment:-- "You are a very fortunate girl to own such jewels," she said, glancing critically at the diamonds in her ears; "but if you take my advice, my dear, you will put them away, and save them until you are a married woman. It is not customary, on this side of the water, for young girls to wear such things--particularly on ordinary occasions. People will think you are odd." "It is not exactly customary in America," replied Octavia, with her undisturbed smile. "There are not many girls who have such things. Perhaps they would wear them if they had them. I don't care a very great deal about them, but I mean to wear them." Lady Theobald went away in a dudgeon. "You will have to exercise your authority, Belinda, and _make_ her put them away," she said to Miss Bassett. "It is absurd--besides being atrocious." "Make her!" faltered Miss Bassett. "Yes, 'make her'--though I see you will have your hands full. I never heard such romancing stories in my life. It is just what one might expect from your brother Martin." When Miss Bassett returned, Octavia was standing before the window, watching the carriage drive away, and playing absently with one of her ear-rings as she did so. "What an old fright she is!" was her first guileless remark. Miss Belinda quite bridled. "My dear," she said, with dignity, "no one in Slowbridge would think of applying such a phrase to Lady Theobald." Octavia turned around, and looked at her. "But don't you think she is one?" she exclaimed. "Perhaps I oughtn't to have said it; but you know we haven't any thing as bad as that, even out in Nevada--really!" "My dear," said Miss Belinda, "different countries contain different people; and in Slowbridge _we_ have our standards,"--her best cap trembling a little with her repressed excitement. But Octavia did not appear overwhelmed by the existence of the standards in question. She turned to the window again. "Well, anyway," she said, "I think it was pretty cool in her to order me to take off my diamonds, and save them until I was married. How does she know whether I mean to be married, or not? I don't know that I care about it." CHAPTER V. LUCIA. In this manner Slowbridge received the shock which shook it to its foundations, and it was a shock from which it did not recover for some time. Before ten o'clock the next morning, everybody knew of the arrival of Martin Bassett's daughter.