"I do not wish to intrude--no third person has a right to intrude upon
these affairs; but I wish I could be of any service. You must perceive,
Miss Bennett, that your proceedings are not quite right--not quite safe.
Are you sure you know enough about this gentleman? How long have
you been acquainted with him? He probably belongs to the
University."

Miss Bennnett laughed. "Not he--at least not now. He got into a scrape
and left it, and has only been back here a week; but I have found out
where his estate is, and all about him. He has the prettiest property, and
is perfectly independent, and a baronet likewise. Only think"--and the
girl, recovering her spirits, tossed her handsome head, and spread out
her showy, tawdry gown--"only think of being called 'Lady!'--Lady
Uniacke."

Had Miss Bennett been less occupied in admiring herself in the mirrors
she must have seen the start Mrs. Grey gave--for the moment only,
however--and then she spoke.

"Sir Edwin Uniacke's character here is well known. He is a bad man.
For you to keep up any acquaintance with him is positive madness."

"Not in the least; I know perfectly what I am about, and can take care
of myself, thank you. He has sown his wild oats, and got a title and
estate, which makes a very great difference. Besides, I hope I'm as
sharp as he. I shall not let myself down, no fear. I'll make him make
me Lady Uniacke."

Christian's pity changed into something very like disgust. Many a poor,