"From himself, on our way to that detestable ball. I wish he, and she, and it, were at the bottom of the Dead Sea! He commenced 'Josey, my dear!'--Oh, the deceitful villain!" "Josephine!" said Ida, shuddering. "He is! and I will say it! 'Josey'--said he, simpering and giggling like a shame-faced school-boy.--'Can you guess why I consented to your having that dress?" "Because I liked it--I suppose, sir." "'No, my dear;--I had my reasons for wishing you to look well to-night. I expect to meet a friend at the ball, to whom I shall introduce you.' "Who is it, sir? may I ask?" said I. "He giggled and winked--oh! so disgustingly! 'Did you imagine that I was idle all the time I was in the country? You were flirting at the Springs, and I concluded to try my hand. You have too much care upon you, for so young a person; what do you say to my engaging a 'help?' "A housekeeper _would_ be a convenience;" answered I. "'A ball is a proper place to hunt up housekeepers!' said he, blazing out. 'No airs, miss! you understand me! I am to be married in a fortnight, and you may as well take it quietly--or it will be worse for you.' "It is too late for him to brow-beat me, and so I said: and that I would worry his and her life out, as surely as she crossed this threshold--that he had made himself the laughing-stock of the city--had been taken in by a designing creature who wanted his money--for he had lost his good looks and his senses too, it appeared--" "'If you say another word,' said he, griping my arm--there! you see the bruise! 'I will put you out of the carriage, and you may die before I will give you a cent to save you from starvation. You will see this lady to-night, and if you do not treat her with becoming politeness, you don't go home with me, nor after me, either!' "You never saw such a tiger! When we were there, I scowled at every dried-up old maid, who looked as if she were husband-hunting. I had picked out one, with a skinny neck and corkscrew curls, when up steps our youthful lover, with a lady hanging on his arm;--he, all honey and smiles--she, cool and bold. 'Miss Copeland--let me make you acquainted with my daughter!' I wanted to strike her in the face, but his eye was too threatening;--so I choked myself with a pretty speech, and she bowed condescendingly. I gave her one look, though, when he did not see--and she glared back at me. I'll warrant there'll be no love lost!" "But what is she like? She may be an agreeable companion," said Ida. "Ida Ross! I didn't come to you for canting consolation! I was too full to keep my fury to myself--and I hate her rather more than I do you. This is why I have told you about the wretch. 'Companion!' I'll be company for her! She had better be burned alive, than come here. She will wish she had been, or my name is not Read!" "But you can escape by marriage;" suggested Ida, who perceived that the girl was suffering, and pitied her, while she trembled at her frenzy.