vigils last night, and have hardly allowed me to comb my hair, although you must be sensible how it stood on end at the various wonders which took place."
"It is with the inside of your head that I have some business at present, Julia; I will return the outside to the care of your Mrs. Mincing in a few minutes."
"Lord, papa, think how entangled all my ideas are, and you to propose to comb them out in a few minutes! If Mincing was to do so in her department, she would tear half the hair out of my head."
"Well then, tell me where the entanglement lies, which I will try to extricate with due gentleness?"
"O, every where—the whole is a wild dream."
"Well then, I will try to unriddle it."—He gave a brief sketch of the fate and prospects of Bertram, to which Julia listened with an interest which she in vain endeavoured to disguise—"Well, are your ideas on the subject more luminous?"
"More confused than ever, my dear
