"You gave it to him, Miss Beaufort," cried Miss Dundas; "and after that, surely he may use it as he values it!"
"If I could have given it to Mr. Lascelles, madam, I should hardly have taken notice of its fate."
Believing what her lover had advanced, Miss Dundas was displeased at Mary for having, by presents, interfered with any of her danglers, and rather angrily replied, "Mr. Lascelles said you gave it to him; and certainly you would not insinuate a word against his veracity?"
"No, not insinuate," returned Miss Beaufort, "but affirm, that he has forgotten his veracity in this statement."
Lascelles yawned. "Lord bless me, ladies, how you quarrel! You will disturb Monsieur?"
"Mr. Constantine," returned Mary, blushing with indignation, "cannot be disturbed by nonsense."
Thaddeus again drew his hat towards him, and bowing to his lovely champion, with an expression of countenance which he little suspected had passed from his heart to his eyes, he was preparing to take his leave, when Euphemia requested him to inform her whether she had folded down the right pages for the next exercise. He approached her, and was leaning over her chair to look at the book, when she whispered, "Don't be hurt at what Lascelles says; he is always jealous of anybody who is handsomer than himself."
Thaddeus dropped his eyelids with a face of scarlet; for on meeting the eyes of Mary, he saw that she had heard this intended comforter as well as himself. Uttering a few incoherent sentences to both ladies he hurried out of the room.
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