“Yes, for he was quite delightful; all spirit and gaiety, but now, if it was not for you, I really think I should pretend to lose my way, and instead of going over that old draw-bridge, throw myself into the moat. I wish Euphrasia was here. It's just the right place for her. She'll fancy herself in a monastery as soon as she comes, and nothing will make her half so happy, for she is always wishing to be a Nun, poor little simpleton. “Is there any chance that Lady Euphrasia may come?” “O no, she can't at present, because it would not be proper; but I mean if ever she is married to Mortimer.” “Married to him!” repeated Cecilia, in the utmost consternation. “I believe, my dear,” cried Lady Honoria, looking at her very archly, “you intend to be married to him yourself?” “Me? no, indeed!” “You look very guilty, though,” cried she laughing, “and indeed when you came hither, every body said that the whole affair was arranged.” “For shame, Lady Honoria!” said Cecilia, again changing colour, “I am sure this must be your own fancy,--invention,--” “No, I assure you; I heard it at several places; and every body said how charmingly your fortune would build up all these old fortifications; but some people said they knew Mr Harrel had sold you to Mr Marriot, and that if you married Mortimer, there would be a lawsuit that would take away half your estate; and others said you had promised your hand to Sir Robert Floyer, and repented when you heard of his mortgages, and he gave it out every where that he would fight any man that pretended to you; and then again some said that you were all the time privately married to Mr Arnott, but did not dare own it, because he was so afraid of fighting with Sir Robert.” “O Lady Honoria!” cried Cecilia, half laughing, “what wild inventions are these! and all I hope, your own?” “No, indeed, they were current over the whole town. But don't take any notice of what I told you about Euphrasia, for perhaps, it may never happen.” “Perhaps,” said Cecilia, reviving by believing it all fiction, “it has never been in agitation?” “O yes; it is negociating at this very moment, I believe, among the higher powers; only Mr Delvile does not yet know whether Euphrasia has fortune enough for what he wants.” Ah, thought Cecilia, how do I rejoice that my independent situation exempts me from being disposed of for life, by thus being set up to sale! “They thought of me, once, for Mortimer,” continued Lady Honoria, “but I'm vastly glad that's over, for I never should have survived being shut up in this place; it's much fitter for Euphrasia. To tell you the truth, I believe they could not make out money enough; but Euphrasia has a fortune of her own, besides what we shall have together, for Grandmama left her every thing that was in her own power.” “Is Lady Euphrasia your elder sister?”