Miss Woodley promised her not to deceive her; and soon after, as they heard the servants pass about the house, and the clock had struck six, Miss Woodley went to the breakfast room. She found Lord Elmwood there in his travelling dress, standing pensively by the fire-place—and, as he did not dream of seeing her, he started when she entered, and, with an appearance of alarm, said, “Dear Miss Woodley, what’s the matter?” She replied, “Nothing, my Lord; but I could not be satisfied without seeing your Lordship once again, while I had it in my power.” “I thank you,” he returned with a sigh—the heaviest and most intelligent sigh she ever heard him condescend to give. She imagined, alas, that he looked as if he wished to ask how Miss Milner did, but would not allow himself the indulgence. She was half inclined to mention her to him, and was debating in her mind whether she should or not, when Mr. Sandford came into the room, saying, as he entered, “For Heaven’s sake, my Lord, where did you sleep last night?” “Why do you ask!” said he. “Because,” replied Sandford, “I went into your bed-chamber just now, and I found your bed made. You have not slept there to-night.” “I have slept no where,” returned he; “I could not sleep—and having some papers to look over, and to set off early, I thought I might as well not go to bed at all.” Miss Woodley was pleased at the frank manner in which he made this confession, and could not resist the strong impulse to say, “You have done just then, my Lord, like Miss Milner, for she has not been in bed the whole night.” Miss Woodley spoke this in a negligent manner, and yet, Lord Elmwood echoed back the words with solicitude, “Has not Miss Milner been in bed the whole night?” “If she is up, why does not she come and take some coffee?” said Sandford, as he began to pour it out. “If she thought it would be agreeable,” returned Miss Woodley, “I dare say she would.” And she looked at Lord Elmwood while she spoke, though she did not absolutely address him; but he made no reply. “Agreeable!” returned Sandford, angrily—“Has she then a quarrel with any body here? or does she suppose any body here bears enmity to _her_? Is she not in peace and charity?” “Yes,” replied Miss Woodley, “that I am sure she is.” “Then bring her hither,” cried Sandford, “directly. Would she have the wickedness to imagine we are not all friends with her?” Miss Woodley left the room, and found Miss Milner almost in despair, lest she should hear Lord Elmwood’s carriage drive off before her friend’s return. “Did he send for me?” were the words she uttered as soon as she saw her. “Mr. Sandford did, in his presence,” returned Miss Woodley, “and you may go with the utmost decorum, or I would not tell you so.” She required no protestations of this, but readily followed her beloved adviser, whose kindness never appeared in so amiable a light as at that moment.