Meanwhile the Count was making small work with Miss Edie’s little heart, walk ing with her on the pier, driving with her in the magenta carriage, and having the impudence to propose a ride, which Mrs. Twistleton agreed to on the condition of my accompanying the pair. I incurred the hatred of’ Miss Edie for a whole after noon, because I refused to do anything of the sort. So firmly convinced was lof the Count’s rascality, that I ventured, even without an atom of proof producible, to hint as much to Mrs. Twistleton.
“ Lor’, Mr. Smith, how unkind of you to say so. But there, her pa’ll be down on Saturday, and he’ll see that it’s all right. ” I began to be afraid, however, that Mr. Twistleton would find Miss Edie and this precious Count were on such intimate terms that a separation could not be easity effected, and so Charles and I did not relax our inquisitorial exertions. On Friday morning came the looked-for confirmation of .my suspicions. Charles came running into my room with a piece of a torn letter in his hand, whereon were the traces of a recent shave.
