"'Twas not my Grandmother's--'tis the young lady's," said she: "let it pe, pray--look how you have placked it, and marked it, with plack fingers." She put the stolen lace hastily into her pocket, and immediately went out, as Miss Warwick desired, to call another coach. Before we follow our heroine to Mrs. Bertrand's, we must beg leave to go, and, if we can, to transport our readers with us, to Lady Frances Somerset's house, at Clifton. CHAPTER IV. "Well, how I am to get up this hill again, Heaven knows!" said Lady Diana Chillingworth, who had been prevailed upon to walk down Clifton Hill to the Wells. "Heigho! that sister of mine, Lady Frances, walks, and talks, and laughs, and admires the beauties of nature till I'm half dead." "Why, indeed, Lady Frances Somerset, I must allow," said Miss Burrage, "is not the fittest companion in the world for a person of your ladyship's nerves; but then it is to be hoped that the glass of water which you have just taken fresh at the pump will be of service, provided the racketing to Bristol to the play don't counteract it, and undo all again." "How I dread going into that Bristol playhouse!" said Miss Burrage to herself--"some of my precious relations may be there to claim me. My aunt Dinah--God bless her for a starched quaker--wouldn't be seen at a play, I'm sure--so she's safe;--but the odious sugar-baker's daughters might be there, dizened out; and between the acts, their great tall figures might rise in judgment against me--spy me out--stare and curtsy--pop--pop--pop at me without mercy, or bawl out across the benches, 'Cousin Burrage! Cousin Burrage!' And Lady Diana Chillingworth to hear it!--oh, I should sink into the earth." "What amusement," continued Miss Burrage, addressing herself to Lady Di., "what amusement Lady Frances Somerset can find at a Bristol playhouse, and at this time of the year too, is to me really unaccountable." "I do suppose," replied Lady Diana, "that my sister goes only to please that child--(Clara Hope, I think they call her)--not to please me, I'm sure;--but what is she doing all this time in the pump-room? does she know we are waiting for her?--oh, here she comes.--Frances, I am half dead." "Half dead, my dear! well, here is something to bring you to life again," said Lady Frances: "I do believe I have found out Miss Warwick." "I am sure, my dear, _that_ does not revive me--I've been almost plagued to death with her already," said Lady Diana.