“Yes.”
“A hymn-book, I think—that is, it is a hymn-book, which Mrs. Wriggleton told me to read on the way.”
“Mrs. Wriggleton is a very accomplished lady,” I observed. By the by, I had never heard of her before.
“You know her then!” cried my fair young traveller.
“Yes—I am slightly acquainted.”
“Well,—I think I heard her mention your name!”
“Very probably. Yours is Miss Fanny Cullobe.”
“No. Mine is Corinna Wilton.”
As the reader may presume, I had never heard of either names; nevertheless, I did not like to appear ignorant. In Miss Corinna, I discovered a transient acquaintance, to whom I had been introduced at a ball; which reminded Miss Corinna that she had an indistinct recollection of my features. Not aware that I had made a vow to remain invincible forever more, she laid siege to my heart during the greater part of the journey. We soon became quite familiar. I perceived that my fair acquaintance was quite sprightly and talkative; and did not venture to remind her of her Pa’s injunction. Eventually she handed me her hymn-book, with the following passage marked for my perusal:—
“Thine, wholly thine alone, I am,