He told us a story of a lady of family, well known in the fashionable world, whose intrigue with a young dragoon he had discovered by the merest and most unlooked-for accident. "I accused her of the fact," continued his lordship, "and refused to promise secrecy till she had made me as happy as she had made the young dragoon." "Was this honourable?" I asked. "Perhaps not," answered Hertford; "but I could not help it." We did not leave Lord Hertford till near two o'clock, when he kindly set us all down himself in his own carriage. The next morning, before I had finished my breakfast, a great, big, stupid Irishman was announced, by name Dominick Brown, with whom I had a slight acquaintance. He brought with him, for the purpose of being presented to me, the Marquis of Sligo. They sat talking on indifferent subjects for about an hour, and then drove off in his lordship's curricle. Next came a note from Lord Fife, requesting permission to drink tea with me and my charming friend. "Who would have thought it?" said I to myself, laughing. "Here am I playing second fiddle to Miss Eliza Higgins for the amusement of her most charming man, the Earl of Fife!" I wrote on the back of his note: "Going to Vauxhall; but you may come to-morrow evening at nine." I thought that Miss Eliza Higgins would have fainted when I told her that Lord Fife was coming to us. "Oh dear, ma'am, what would you advise me to wear? If you would not think it a liberty, and would lend me the pattern of your sweet blue cap, I would sit up all night to complete one like it." "All this energy about drinking tea with a rake of a Scotchman,--whom you know would not marry an angel,--and pretend to tell me that you are _une grande vertu?_" said I. "Certainly," answered Miss Eliza Higgins, reddening. "Fiddlestick!" was my sublime ejaculation. Miss Eliza Higgins burst into tears. "Nay," I continued, "this fit of heroics to me is ridiculous. I ask nothing of you but plain dealing. The fact is this, I am not curious but frank. Lord Fife wants to make your acquaintance, and it is not my wish to spoil any woman's preferment in whatever line of life, whether good or bad: so, guessing from all the raptures you have expressed at the idea of this rake's attachment, that the governess of the young countess Palmella is no better than she should be, I have agreed to receive his lordship; but, since these tears of virtuous indignation have convinced me of the injustice I did you, heaven forbid that I should be the means of bringing Lord Fife and a vestal together, for fear of consequences!" I then quietly opened my writing-desk and began framing an excuse lordship. "Surely you are not putting off the Earl of Fife?" said Miss Eliza Higgins, in breathless agitation. "I think it wrong to introduce such a gay man to an innocent woman," was my answer. Miss Higgins entreated and begged in vain. "Well then," said Miss Higgins, "I confess that I once----" "Once what?" I asked.