Mrs. Rebecca, Mrs. Fanshaw's maid, was summoned; she lived in the next street. She was quite overjoyed, she said, at entering the room, to see Miss Favoretta--it was an age since she had a sight or a glimpse of her. We pass over the edifying conversation of those two ladies--Miss Favoretta was kept awake, and in such high spirits by flattery, that she did not perceive how late it was--she begged to stay up a little longer, and a little longer. Mrs. Rebecca joined in these entreaties, and Mrs. Grace could not refuse them; especially as she knew that the coach would not go for Mad. de Rosier till after her mistress's return from the opera. The coachman had made this arrangement for his own convenience, and had placed it entirely to the account of his horses. Mrs. Grace depended, rather imprudently, upon the coachman's arrangement; for Mad. de Rosier, finding that the coach did not call for her at the hour she had appointed, sent for a chair, and returned home, whilst Grace, Mrs. Rebecca, and Favoretta, were yet in Mrs. Harcourt's dressing-room. Favoretta was making a great noise, so that they did not hear the knock at the door. One of the housemaids apprised Mrs. Grace of Mad. de Rosier's arrival. "She's getting out of her chair, Mrs. Grace, in the hall." Grace started up, put Favoretta into a little closet, and charged her not to make the least noise _for her life_.--Then, with a candle in her hand, and a treacherous smile upon her countenance, she sallied forth to the head of the stairs, to light Mad. de Rosier.--"Dear ma'am! my mistress will be _so_ sorry the coach didn't go for you in time;--she found herself better after you went--and the two young ladies are gone with her to the opera." "And where are Herbert and Favoretta?" "In bed, ma'am, and asleep, hours ago.--Shall I light you, ma'am, this way, to your room?" "No," said Mad. de Rosier; "I have a letter to write: and I'll wait in Mrs. Harcourt's dressing-room till she comes home." "Very well, ma'am. Mrs. Rebecca, it's only Mad. de Rosier.--Mad. de Rosier, it's only Rebecca, Mrs. Fanshaw's maid, ma'am, who's here very often when my mistress is at home, and just stepped out to look at the young ladies' drawings, which my mistress gave me leave to show her the first time she drank tea with me, ma'am." Mad. de Rosier, who thought all this did not concern her in the least, listened to it with cold indifference, and sat down to write her letter. Grace fidgeted about the room, as long as she could find any pretence for moving any thing into or out of its place; and, at length, in no small degree of anxiety for the prisoner she had left in the closet, quitted the dressing-room. As Mad. de Rosier was writing, she once or twice thought that she heard some noise in the closet; she listened, but all was silent; and she continued to write, till Mrs. Harcourt, Isabella, and Matilda, came home.