"Now, Edward, who do you think was here to-day—the reigning belle, and the toast of all the gentlemen?"
"Indeed! I must be careful of my heart. Dear Edith, who is she?"
"No less than one with whom you were formerly well acquainted,
Edward—Patience Heatherstone."
"Patience Heatherstone," cried Edward, "the toast of all London!"
"Yes; and deservedly so, I can assure you; but she is as good as she is handsome, and, moreover, treats all the gay gallants with perfect indifference. She is staying with her uncle, Sir Ashley Cooper; and her father is also in town, for he called here with her to-day."
"When did you hear from Humphrey, Edith?"
"A few days back. He has left the cottage now, altogether."
"Indeed? Where does he reside then?"
"At Arnwood. The house has been rebuilt, and I understand is a very princely mansion. Humphrey has charge of it until it is ascertained to whom it is to belong."
"It belongs to Mr. Heatherstone, does it not?" replied Edward.