she with a tormenting laugh. "Ha, ha, you have not forgotten her yet! But you had better be quick about it, I can tell you, for—alas, alas!—she's going to be married next Thursday!"
"No, Miss Eliza! that's false."
"Do you charge me with a falsehood, sir?"
"You are misinformed."
"Am I? Do you know better then?"
"I think I do."
"What makes you look so pale then?" said she, smiling with delight at my emotion. "Is it anger at poor me for telling such a fib? Well, I only 'tell the tale as 'twas told to me:' I don't vouch for the truth of it; but at the same time, I don't see what reason Sarah should have for deceiving me, or her informant for deceiving her; and that was what she told me the footman told her:—that Mrs. Huntingdon was going to be married on Thursday, and Mr. Lawrence was gone to the wedding. She did tell me the name of the gentleman, but I've
