“I remember your cousins very well,” replied he, expressively; “very agreeable women in society. Some of those girls who are reared entirely in a forcing-house, and brought out as fashionable ladies, when they ought to be only children. I used to think her rather idle and weak, but amiable enough if she were only allowed to be so. With such an education, one must not look for simplicity, or real refinement of mind, but be thankful for unaffected and elegant manners, when one can meet them.” “You are unjust, Mr. Huyton,” exclaimed Hilary, with animation; “Dora Barham is much more than that; she has most genuine kindness of heart, and sweetness of disposition. No one must say a word against Dora Barham in my hearing, on pain of my intense displeasure. Maurice, I appeal to you――be her champion.” “I am convinced,” replied Maurice; “I have been for some months convinced of her excellence; ever since she first formed your acquaintance I have been prejudiced in her favor; and though I have never seen her, there is no lady in the land to whom I am so perfectly ready to swear allegiance, and devote myself as her champion.” Mrs. Paine laughed. “Well, you will have the opportunity soon, I believe; I shall be curious to know whether she will answer your expectations.” Mr. Huyton looked puzzled at the enthusiasm of Hilary and Maurice; he was not aware of the cause of his interest. The young lieutenant had learned his obligation from his sister, and although his pride might have been more gratified had promotion been the unsolicited reward of merit, his feelings were excited and warmed towards the girl, whose love for Hilary had chosen so judicious a way of exhibiting itself. “I was charged with a commission from my aunt and cousin,” said Charles, after a while, “which I hope to execute successfully, or the consequences will be, I can not venture to say what. Will you all come over and spend to-morrow at ‘the Ferns?’ Excuse the shortness of the invitation; it is not to be a formal visit, but a friendly one. Pray say yes!”