The few, but precious words, that marked, in parting, a sensibility that he had vainly sought to excite while remaining, bounded to the heart of Harleigh; but were denied all acknowledgment from his lips, by the sight of Miss Bydel and Mr Giles Arbe, who were mounting the stairs.

Miss Bydel tapt at the door of Ellis; and Harleigh, ill as he felt fitted for joining any company, persuaded himself that immediately to retreat, might awaken yet more surmize, than, for a few passing minutes, to re-enter the room.

He looked at Ellis, in taking this measure, and saw that, while she struggled to receive her visitors with calm civility, her air of impatience for his departure was changed, by this surprize, into confusion at his presence.

He felt culpable for occasioning her so uneasy a sensation; and, to repair it as much as might be in his power, assumed a disengaged countenance, and treated as a mark of good fortune, having chanced to enquire whether Miss Ellis had any commands for town, at the same time that Miss Bydel and Mr Giles Arbe made their visit.

‘Why we are come, Mrs Ellis,’ said Miss Bydel, ‘to know the real reason of your not being at the rehearsal this morning. Pray what is it? Not a soul could tell it me, though I asked every body all round. So I should be glad to hear the truth from yourself. Was it real illness, now? or only a pretext?’

‘Illness,’ cried Mr Giles, ‘with all those roses on her cheeks? No, no; she’s very well; as well as very pretty. But you should not tell stories, my dear: though I am heartily glad to see that there’s nothing the matter. But it’s a bad habit. Though it’s convenient enough, sometimes. But when you don’t like to do a thing, why not say so at once? People mayn’t be pleased, to be sure, when they are refused; but do you think them so ill natured, as to like better to hear that you are ill?’

Ellis, abashed, attempted no defence; and Harleigh addressed some discourse to Miss Bydel, upon the next day’s concert; while Mr Giles went on with his own idea.

‘We should always honestly confess our likings and dislikings, for else what have we got them for? If every one of us had the same taste, half the things about us would be of no service; and we should scramble till we came to scratches for t’other half. But the world has no more business, my dear lady, to be all of one mind, than all of one body.’

‘O now, pray Mr Giles,’ cried Miss Bydel, ‘don’t go beginning your comical talk; for if once you do that, one can’t get in a word.’

‘But, for all that, we should all round try to help and be kind to one another; what else are we put all together for in this world? We might, just as well, each of us have been popt upon some separate bit of a planet, one by himself one. All I recommend, is, to tell truth, or to say nothing. We whip poor pretty children for telling stories, when they are little, and yet hardly speak a word, without some false turn or other, ourselves, when we grow big!’

‘Well, but, Mr Giles,’ said Miss Bydel, ‘where’s the use of talking so long about all that, when I’m wanting to ask Mrs Ellis why she did not come to the rehearsal?’

‘For my own part, Ma’am,’ continued Mr Giles, ‘if any body puts me to a difficulty, I do the best I can: but I’d rather do the worst than tell a fib. So when I am asked an awkward question, which some people can’t cure themselves of doing, out of an over curiosity in their nature, as, Giles, how do you like Miss such a one? or Mr such a one? or Mrs such a one? as Miss Bydel, for instance, if she came into any body’s head; or—’

‘Nay, Mr Giles,’ interrupted Miss Bydel, ‘I don’t see why I should not come into a person’s head as well as another; so I don’t know what you say that for. But if that’s your notion of being so kind one to another, Mr Giles, I can’t pretend to say it’s mine; for I see no kindness in it.’

‘I protest, Ma’am, I did not think of you in the least!’ cried Mr Giles, much out of countenance: ‘I only took your name because happening to stand just before you put it, I suppose, at my tongue’s end; but you were not once in my thoughts, I can assure you, Ma’am, upon my word of honour! No more than if you had never existed, I protest!’

Miss Bydel, neither accepting nor repelling this apology, said, that she did not come to talk of things of that sort, but to settle some business of more importance. Then, turning to Ellis, ‘I hear,’ she continued, ‘Mrs Ellis, that all of the sudden, you are grown very rich. And I should be glad to know if it’s true? and how it has happened?’

‘I should be still more glad, Madam,’ answered Ellis, ‘to be able to give you the information!’

‘Nay, Mrs Ellis, I had it from your friend Mr Giles, who is always the person to be telling something or other to your advantage. So if there be any fault in the account, it’s him you are to call upon, not me.’

Mr Giles, drawn by the silence of Ellis to a view of her embarrassment, became fearful that he had been indiscreet, and made signs to Miss Bydel to say no more upon the subject; but Miss Bydel, by no means disposed, at this moment, to oblige him, went on.

‘Nay, Mr Giles, you know, as well as I do, ’twas your own news. Did not you tell us all, just now, at the rehearsal, when Miss Brinville and Miss Sycamore were saying what a monstrous air they thought it, for a person that nobody knew any thing of, to send excuses about being indisposed; just as if she were a fine lady; or some famous singer, that might be as troublesome as she would; did you not tell us, I say, that Mrs Ellis deserved as much respect as any of us, on account of her good character, and more than any of us on account o............