"Stop!" cried Hoffland. "I never could bear that name. I am determined never to court, marry, or even escort a Philippa. Dreadful name! And I hope you won't mention this Miss Philippa Somebody again!"
With which words Hoffland laughed.
"Very well," said Lucy; "suppose you come and amuse me at the ball—going thither alone?"
"Oh! myself and Mr. Denis will certainly pay our respects to you, Miss Lucy. But do not expect me until about twelve."
Lucy smiled, and said:
"Do you think the ball will be handsome, Ernest?"
"I think so."
"Well, now, I am going to enslave all hearts. I shall wear my pink satin."
"Ah!" laughed Mowbray; "that is very interesting to myself and these gentlemen."
"Well, sir," said Lucy, pretending to be angry, "just as you please; but you are a very unfeeling brother. Isn't he, Mr. Hoffland?"