The sympathising Jane had no sooner appeared, than Adeline exclaimed, {sic}
"I am so perplexed, that I really don't know what to do! You must decide for me."
"How can I help you? What is the matter?" inquired Jane.
"Why you know to-night is Mrs. Thompson's great ball, and I am going, of course; though I have a very bad cold."
"Yes, you are really quite hoarse."
"No wonder! I have been so pestered by serenades for the last fortnight, that I have not had one good night's rest. I had to get up and show myself at the window, until I caught one cold after another."
"Perhaps you had better not go to-night."
"You may be sure I shan't stay at home unless I have to keep my bed; I am already engaged for five dances. But just look at the centre-table."
Jane turned her eyes towards the table, which was covered with flowers.
"How beautiful they are!" she exclaimed, going to look at them.
"One, two, four, six bouquets!—Where did they all come from?"