At last the day of Selina's presentation at Court arrived. Never had she looked so lovely--never was she so much admired.--Her heart beat high with exultation, and her eyes sparkled with redoubled animation, as she heard her own praise from every lip. When the drawing-room was over, and she found herself seated in the carriage with Lady Eltondale, she could not, in the vanity of the moment, repress a wish that Mrs. Galton had seen how much she was admired: adding, while a smile of conscious beauty played on her ruby lip, "I think if Mr. Mordaunt had been at Court to-day, even he might have condescended to have acknowledged his country friend." It was the first time Selina had voluntarily named him for many months, and the Viscountess hailed the auspicious omen. She knew that not to breathe a name on which our thoughts most dwell, is even a more dangerous symptom, than when it is the sole subject of our conversation. The spell with Selina now seemed broken; and Lady Eltondale profited by the opportunity afforded, continuing the conversation in a careless manner, in hopes of accustoming Selina to the deliberate discussion of his negligence towards her. "If (thought she) I can habituate her to talk about him, and to talk calmly, the day is my own: Lorsqu'on se f‚che, on peut aimer encore; Lorsqu'on raisonne, on n'aime plus." CHAPTER VII. "The town, the court, is beauty's proper sphere: That is our Heaven, and we are angels there." MISS SEYMOUR TO MRS. GALTON. London, May 25,---- My dear, dear Aunt,