to exert himself, but in vain. I have reasoned, flattered, even cried; but all of no use. But for a husband, one should never know how disagreeable people can be."
"Hush, my dearest Henrietta!" exclaimed Ethel.
"Ah! it is of no use finding fault with what I say; it is the truth."
"Which," interrupted her friend, "is not to be spoken at all times."
"Well, well," replied Henrietta, half laughing, "have your own way; which, by the by, is what you quiet people always contrive to get in some way or other."
"I have so much of my own way," replied Ethel, with a smile.
"Only with me," returned the other, laughing; "and, as it is a luxury, you make the most of it. But I'll tell you what my plan is: I shall take you, to-morrow, to Chelsea, and see if we cannot obtain an interview with Sir Robert himself, and then you can plead your own cause."
"But what could I say?" exclaimed Ethel,
