"It only shews what perseverance will do, I wished to talk the matter over with you, and to ascertain whether or not you meant to attend; so now I need not trouble you longer. Your gown you say is to be rose-colour, mine shall be jonquille." "Ah, you always look divine in that golden light: but what light do you not look divine in?" "I must positively run away, or you will quite turn my head with flattery. Adieu, adieu," and they parted well pleased with each other. When Lady Ellersby stopped at Lady Melcomb's door, where she had intended only to leave her card, a multiplicity of people on the same errand _faisoit queue à la porte_; but to her infinite dismay, just as her carriage drove up, Lord Glenmore, who happened to be coming out of the door, approached her with a countenance beaming happiness. "I am sure Georgina will be at home to _you_; do allow me to hand you out of your carriage." "Not for the world, I would not intrude; I am sure Miss Melcomb has a thousand things to do, and to arrange; but--" "Nay, dear Lady Ellersby," continued Lord Glenmore, pressingly (who thought every one must be as anxious to see his bride, as he was eager she should be seen), "Georgina will be so disappointed if you do not go up stairs, that I must entreat you will." And in short, for once, what between curiosity to look at the bridal paraphernalia, and a sort of awkwardness to do a decided thing, and say no, Lady Ellersby's indolence was overcome, and she allowed herself to be handed up stairs into the drawing room, where were assembled a host of ladies (_not_ Miss Melcomb), who were busily engaged admiring the various dresses and finery which were displayed before them. "You are just come in time, Lady Ellersby," exclaimed Lady Aveling, "for after to-day, nobody is to be admitted." "No? well, la! I am glad then; but my dear Lady Melcomb I came, I assure you, expressly to wish you joy, and to leave my congratulations also with Miss Melcomb, whom I hope, I am to see, for Lord Glenmore insisted on my coming in, otherwise I would not have done so--knowing how tiresome visitors are at such a moment; but since I am here, do me the favour to mention to Miss Melcomb, how very happy I am to have the opportunity of wishing her joy." "And do look," cried Lady Aveling, "at this enchanting hat; it is just come from Paris--was there ever any thing _de meilleur gôut_?--and then look at this, and that _seduisante_--really, Lady Melcomb, your selection has been exquisite. But here comes the bride." Then ensued kisses, curtseys, and congratulations, during which Lord Glenmore retired, wearied with the nonsense of the female coterie, and despairing of even catching a glance from Miss Melcomb. While the marriage ornaments continued to absorb the attention of the other visitors, Miss Melcomb took Lady Ellersby aside to shew her what, she said, was infinitely better worth looking at--a miniature of Lord Glenmore.