In the evening the gauzes were spread out, and Sophy expatiated on the beauties of the pink one. Lucy timidly admired it, and cast a glance towards Lord Montreville; she was half ashamed of appearing afraid to buy it, and was acquiescing in its merits, when Lord Montreville said, “I suppose you are afraid of my admiring you too much, as you are bent upon the only colour which I do not think becoming to you.” “Do you really dislike pink so much?” asked Lucy. “The colour is a pretty colour, but you know I think you look prettier in any other. Perhaps other people may admire you in it.” “I am sure I do not want other people to admire me. It would be very wrong if I did, now. Do you like that _vapeur_, Lord Montreville, or this white one? The white is the prettiest after all. Yes, I do like the white best, Sophy, and the white I will have.” And she put a resolute tone into the last sentence, that her submission should not look like submission in Sophy’s eyes. Why is it many amiable people are as much ashamed of appearing amiable, as many unamiable ones are of appearing unamiable? CHAPTER VIII. _Calantha._—To court, good brother, ere her bloom of mind Be set for fruit? Oh, take her not to court, Where we be slaves to petty circumstance Of empty form and fashion. Where the laugh Pealed merrily from the joy-freighted heart, Gives place to measured smiles still worn by all, As ’twere a thing of custom, and alike Lavished on friend and foe; where your fair child, For coronals of buttercups and hare-bells, Must prank her youth in gorgeous robes of state, And where sweet nature’s impulses must all Be curbed, suppressed. _Manuscript Poems._ At length the awful day arrived. Lucy was married, and the Marquess and Marchioness of Montreville drove from St. George’s Church in the neatest of dark-green chariots, with four grey horses, leaving Colonel Heckfield sad, but satisfied, Mrs. Heckfield joyful, but dissolved in tears, Emma full of delight, wonderment, and awe, at her sister Lucy being actually a marchioness, Mademoiselle feeling herself the person most peculiarly concerned, inasmuch as it must have been entirely owing to the superior education she had given her pupil that she had been deemed worthy to be raised to so lofty a station in the peerage. Milly watched the carriage till it was out of sight, with tearful eyes, and left the window with a foreboding shake of the head.