“O no, poor little thing, she's two years younger. Grandmama brought her up, and` she has seen nothing at all of the world, for she has never been presented yet, so she is not come out, you know; but she's to come out next year. However, she once saw Mortimer, but she did not like him at all.” “Not like him!” cried Cecilia, greatly surprised. “No, she thought him too gay,--Oh dear, I wish she could see him now! I am sure I hope she would find him sad enough! she is the most formal little grave thing you ever beheld; she'll preach to you sometimes for half an hour together. Grandmama taught her nothing in the world but to say her prayers, so that almost every other word you say, she thinks is quite wicked.” The conversation was now interrupted by their separating to dress for dinner. It left Cecilia in much perplexity; she knew not what wholly to credit, or wholly to disbelieve; but her chief concern arose from the unfortunate change of countenance which Lady Honoria had been so quick in observing. The next time she was alone with Mrs Delvile, “Miss Beverley,” she said, “has your little rattling tormentor acquainted you who is coming?” “Lord Derford, do you mean, ma'am?” “Yes, with his father; shall you dislike to see them?” “Not if, as I hope, they come merely to wait upon you and Mr Delvile.” “Mr Delvile and myself,” answered she smiling, “will certainly have the honour of receiving them.” “Lord Ernolf,” said Cecilia, “can never suppose his visit will make any change in me; I have been very explicit with him, and he seemed equally rational and well bred in forbearing any importunity upon the subject.” “It has however been much believed in town,” said Mrs Delvile, “that you were strangely shackled by Mr Harrel, and therefore his lordship may probably hope that a change in your situation may be followed by a change in his favour.” “I shall be sorry if he does,” said Cecilia, “for he will then find himself much deceived.” “You are right, very right,” cried Mrs Delvile, “to be difficult in your choice, and to take time for looking around you before you make any. I have forborn all questions upon this subject, lest you should find any reluctance in answering them; but I am now too deeply interested in your welfare to be contented in total ignorance of your designs; will you, then, suffer me to make a few enquiries?” Cecilia gave a ready, but blushing assent. “Tell me, then, of the many admirers who have graced your train, which there is you have distinguished with any intention of future preference?” “Not one, madam!” “And, out of so many, is there not one that, hereafter, you mean to distinguish?” “Ah madam!” cried Cecilia, shaking her head, “many as they may seem, I have little reason to be proud of them; there is one only who, had my fortune been smaller, would, I believe, ever have thought of me, and there is one only, who, were it now diminished, would ever think of me more.”