Mr. Higgs only thought—"Poor thing, dare say she never heard of Byron—knows nothing of poetry—I've been too deep for her;" and forthwith commenced on a lighter subject.
"So, this is a nunnery. I wonder, ma'am, how you'd like to be a nun!—shut up—not allowed to see one of our perjured sex—I suspect you'd be a little dull!"
At this moment Mr. Spenser entered. "I am sent, Miss Arundel, in search of you."
Emily took his arm with a readiness which enchanted Cecil, and left the chapel, bowing civilly to Mrs. Higgs, who, accustomed to her daughter's eternal flirtations, thought she might hold her peace as soon as a young man came, and had from her son's entrance been silent.
"A very plain and vulgar young woman that," said Mr. Robert; "but you always are picking up such horrid people."
"Lord, I thought her such a very pretty-spoken young lady!"
"Well, I don't; and you know I am a bit of a judge. But, come, let's join my sisters, and be jogging home. I feel very peckish—I made but a poor breakfast."
"Dear, dear, we shall have no dinners worth eating till we get to England. I quite long for
