"You have made an error in your calculations, I am not so easily bamboozled as you imagine. You are very clever, I have no doubt; but,—
Vix illigatum te triformi
Pegasus expediet chimæræ.
And with this I close all correspondence between us.
"Yours truly,
"H. S. MEREDITH VYNER."
"That quotation is rather happy," he said to himself, as he folded the letter. Indeed, so pleased was he at its felicity, that it would now have cost him some pangs not to send the letter; he could not afford to lose such an effect.
Mrs. Meredith Vyner was very shortly after found sobbing in her room, by Rose. To the anxious inquiries of the affectionate girl, at first no other reply could be elicited than—
"Oh, my poor Blanche! poor Blanche!" accompanied by fresh sobs.
After about five minutes of this irritating and inexplicit grief, Rose managed to ascertain that Blanche was not to be forgiven.
"Impossible!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I will go this instant, and intercede for her!"
"Do, my dear—do—lose no time! And, Rose, don't mention that you have seen me. Pretend to know nothing, except that Cecil has written; and ask your papa when we are to see them, just as if it were a matter of course that he would forgive them."