ALL pleasure to Camilla was completely over from the moment that Edgar disappeared.

When she returned to Mount Pleasant, Mrs. Arlbery, whom she found alone, said, ‘Did I not understand that you were going to dance with Mr. Mandlebert? How chanced he to leave you? We were kept ages waiting for the coach; and I saw him pass by, and walk off.’

Camilla, colouring, related the history of the cotillon; and said, she feared, not knowing how she had been circumstanced, he was displeased.

‘Displeased!’ cried Mrs. Arlbery, laughing; ‘and do you, at seventeen, suffer a man to be displeased? How can you do worse when you are fifty? Know your own power more truly, and use it better. Men, my dear, are all spoilt by humility, and all conquered by gaiety. Amuse and defy them!-attend to that maxim, and you will have the world at your feet.’

‘I have no such ambition:... but I should be sensibly hurt to make an old friend think ill of me.’

‘When an old friend,’ said Mrs. Arlbery, archly, ‘happens to be a young man, you must conduct yourself with him a little like what you are; that is, a young woman. And a young woman is never in her proper place, if such sort of old friends are not taught to know their own. From the instant you permit them to think of being offended, they become your masters; and you will find it vastly more convenient to make them your slaves.’

Camilla pretended to understand this in a mere general sense, and wished her good night.
* * *

The next morning, at an early hour, her chamber door was opened with great suddenness, and no preparation, and Mrs. Mittin tript nimbly into the room, with a hat in her hand.

‘Look here! my dear Miss Tyrold,’ cried she, ‘for now that other young lady has told me your name, and I writ it down upon paper, that I might not forget it again: look at your hat now! Did you ever see anything so much improved for the better? I declare nobody would know it! Miss Dennel says it’s as pretty again as it was at first. I’ll go and shew it to the other lady.’

Away she went, triumphant, with the trophy of her notability; but presently returned, saying, ‘Do, pray, Miss Tyrold, write me down that other lady’s name upon a scrap of paper. It always goes out of my head. And one looks as if one knew nobody, when, one forgets people’s names.’

Camilla complied, and expressed her shame to have caused her so much trouble.

‘O, my dear, it’s none at all. I got all the things at Mrs. Tillden’s.’

‘Who is Mrs. Tillden?’ cried Camilla, staring.

‘Why the milliner. Don’t you know that?’

‘What things?’ asked Camilla, alarmed.

‘Why these, my dear; don’t you see? Why it’s all new, except just the hat itself, and the feathers.’

Camilla was now in extreme embarrassment. She had concluded Mrs. Mittin had only newly arranged the ornaments, and had not the smallest idea of incurring a debt which she had no means to discharge.

‘It all comes to quite a trifle,’ continued Mrs. Mittin, ‘for all it’s so pretty. Mrs. Tillden’s things are all monstrous cheap. I get things for next to nothing from her, sometimes, when they are a little past the mode. But then I recommend her a heap of customers. I get all my friends, by hook or by crook, to go to her shop.’

‘And what,’ stammered out Camilla, ‘besides my thanks, do I owe you?’

‘Oh nothing. She would not be paid; she said, as you was her customer, and had all your things of her at first, she’d put it down in your bill for the season.’

This was, at least, some respite; though Camilla felt the disagreeable necessity of increasing her intended demand upon Mrs. Arlbery.

Miss Dennel came with a summons from that lady to the Pantiles, whither, as the day was fine, she proposed they should walk.

‘O,’ cried Mrs. Mittin, ‘if you are going upon the Pantiles, you must go to that shop where there’s the curious ear-rings that are be to raffled for. You’ll put in to be sure.’

Camilla said no, with a sigh attributed to the ear-rings, but due to a tender recollection of the raffle in which Edgar had procured her the trinket she most valued. Mrs. Mittin proposed accompanying them, and asked Camilla to introduce her to Mrs. Arlbery. This was very disagreeable; but she knew not how, after the civility she owed her, to refuse.

Mrs. Arlbery received her with much surprize, but perfect unconcern; conscious of her own importance, she feared no disgrace from being seen with one in a lower station; and she conceived it no honour to appear with one in a higher.

When they came to the Pantiles, Mrs. Mittin begged to introduce them to a view of the ear-rings, which belonged, she said, to one of her particular friends; and as Mrs. Arlbery caught the eye of Sir Sedley Clarendel in passing the window, she entered the shop.

‘Well,’ cried Mrs. Mittin, to its master, ‘don’t say I bring you no company. I am sure you ought to let me throw for nothing, if it’s only for good luck; for I am sure these three ladies will all put in. Come, Miss Dennel, do lead the way. ’Tis but half a guinea, and only look what a prize.’

‘Ask papa to pay for me!’ cried Miss Dennel.

‘Come, good sir, come, put down the half guinea for the young lady. I’m sure you can’t refuse her. Lord! what’s half a guinea?’

‘That’s a very bad way of reasoning,’ answered Mr. Dennel; ‘and what I did not expect from a woman of your sense.’

‘Why you don’t think, sir, I meant that half a guinea’s a trifle? No indeed! I know what money is better than that. I only mean half a guinea is nothing in comparison to ten guineas, which is the price of the ear-rings; and so that makes me think it’s pity the young lady should lose an opportunity of getting them so cheap. I’m sure if they were dear, I should be the last to recommend them, for I think extravagance the greatest sin under the sun.’

‘Well, now you speak like the sensible woman I took you for.’

A very little more eloquence of this sort was necessary, before Mr. Dennel put down half a guinea.

‘Well, I declare,’ cried Mrs. Mittin, ‘there’s only three more names wanted; and when these two ladies have put in, there will be only one! I’m sure if I was rich enough, that one would not be far off. But come, ma’am, where’s your half guinea? Come, Miss Tyrold, don’t hold back; who knows but you may win? there’s only nineteen against you. Lord, what’s that?’

Camilla turned away, and Mrs. Arlbery did not listen to a word, but when Sir Sedley said, ‘They are really very pretty; won’t you throw?’ she answered, ‘I must rather make a raffle with my own trinkets, than raffle for other people’s . Think of my ponies! However, I’ll put in, if Mr. Dennel will be my paymaster.’

Mr. Dennel, turning short off, walked out of the shop.

‘This is a bad omen!’ cried she, laughing; and then desired to look at the list of rafflers; when seeing amongst the names those of Lady Alithea Selmore and the Hon. Mrs. Berlinton, she exclaimed: “Tis a coalition of all fashion and reputation! We shall be absolutely scouted, my dear Miss Tyrold, if we shrink. My poor ponies must wait half a guinea longer! Let us put in together.’

Camilla answered, she had no intention to try for them.

‘Well, then, lend me half a guinea; for I never trust myself, now, with my purse.’

‘I have not a half guinea... I have... I have no... gold... in my purse,’ answered Camilla, with a face deeply tinged with red.

Major Cerwood, who joined the party during this discussion, intreated to be banker for both the ladies. Camilla positively refused any share; but Mrs. Mittin said it would be a shame for such a young lady to go without her chance, and wrote down her name next to that of Mrs. Arlbery; while the Major, without further question, put down a guinea upon the counter.

Camilla could not endure this; yet, from ............