his generosity she could not doubt, and she was persuaded that he would take every possible means which good nature, joined to good sense, could suggest, to raise Lord Delacour in his lady’s esteem, and to make that union happy which was indissoluble. All these reflections passed with the utmost rapidity in Belinda’s mind, and the result of them was, that she consented to wait Lady Delacour’s leisure for her journey. CHAPTER XXIV. PEU À PEU. Things were in this situation, when one day Marriott made her appearance at her lady’s toilette with a face which at once proclaimed that something had discomposed her, and that she was impatient to be asked what it was. “What is the matter, Marriott?” said Lady Delacour; “for I know you want me to ask.” “Want you to ask! Oh, dear, my lady, no!--for I’m sure, it’s a thing that goes quite against me to tell; for I thought, indeed, my lady, _superiorly_ of the person in question; so much so, indeed, that I wished what I declare I should now be ashamed to mention, especially in the presence of Miss Portman, who deserves the best that this world can afford of every denomination. Well, ma’am, in one word,” continued she, addressing herself to Belinda, “I am extremely rejoiced that things are as they are, though I confess that was not always my wish or opinion, for which I beg Mr. Vincent’s pardon and yours; but I hope to be forgiven, since I’m now come entirely round to my Lady Anne Percival’s way of thinking, which I learnt from good authority at Oakly-park; and I am now convinced and confident, Miss Portman, that every thing is for the best.” “Marriott will inform us, in due course of time, what has thus suddenly and happily converted her,” said Lady Delacour to Belinda, who was thrown into some surprise and confusion by Marriott’s address; but Marriott went on with much warmth-- Dear me! I’m sure I thought we had got rid of all double-dealers, when the house was cleared of Mr. Champfort; but, oh, mercy! there’s not traps enough in the world for them all; I only wish they were all caught as finely as some people were. “Tis what all double-dealers, and Champfort at the head of the whole regiment, deserve--that’s certain.” “We must take patience, my dear Belinda,” said Lady Delacour, calmly, “till Marriott has exhausted all the expletives in and out of the English language; and presently, when she has fought all her battles with Champfort over again, we may hope to get at the fact.” “Dear! my lady, it has nothing to do with Mr. Champfort, nor any such style of personage, I can assure you; for, I’m positive, I’d rather think contemptibly of a hundred million Mr. Champforts than of one such gentleman as Mr. Clarence Hervey.” “Clarence Hervey!” exclaimed Lady Delacour: taking it for granted that Belinda blushed, her ladyship, with superfluous address, instantly turned, so as to hide her friend’s face from Mrs. Marriott. “Well, Marriott, what of Mr. Hervey?”