Julia only exclaimed, "Well done, Harriette! You are more romantic than ever I was at your age, and I thought that was impossible."
"You did not love Lord Ponsonby," retorted I.
"True," said Julia: "badinage apart, Ponsonby is, as I have always been told, very near perfection. But what chance can you have? He is married to the loveliest creature on earth—the youngest daughter of Lord Jersey."
"I knew very well," sighed I despondingly, "before I heard of his marriage, that I should never be anything to him."
"I will tell you where he lives," said Julia. "It is in Curzon Street, May Fair."
"Well then," thought I, "at least when he passes me, I shall not, as yesterday, fancy I am looking at him for the last time."
Upon the whole my spirits were violently elated this evening. Lord Ponsonby I believe did not perceive me. I was most anxious, yet afraid, to see his wife.
"I cannot find her box," observed Julia, "else I should know her immediately."
We now lost sight of his lordship for some time, he having left the box I first saw him in. I perceived him for an instant afterwards, but missed him altogether before the opera was over.
"I am glad I have not seen his wife," said I, after we were seated in the carriage. "I hope I shall never see her as long as I live."