besides, I am too impetuous, and too frank. Moreover, my opinions on love are romantic and peculiar; I never talk about them. I am a bad temper, but you will like me all the better from having occasionally to make up a quarrel with me:—And now, shall we be friends?"
"I shall only love you too much," said Constance.
"Oh, that is a fault I shall readily overlook!" replied Henrietta, laughing, as she rose to depart; and fast friends they were from that time. Constance found a resource in the gaiety of Lady Marchmont, and learnt from her something of more self-reliance, and a more accurate idea of the world in which she was to live. She daily became more attached to her: she saw her faults, though of a different kind to those Lady Marchmont herself confessed; but she loved her in despite of them; nor did the young countess attach herself less to her gentle friend. Henrietta was of a much more affectionate temper than she would have
