traits; but will his giving him a preference be doing justice to you,
who have done so much, and will it not--" here feeling she was going
too far, she coloured.

Mr. Barclay too, was much confused; and Beatrice was greatly relieved
when Mrs. Fortescue turned the conversation. She had long remarked to
herself, there was a mystery about Mr. Barclay which she could not
understand. There was, at times, a reserve she attributed to pride. If
not well born, he was quite _au fait_ in all the usages of well-bred
society. He never spoke of his family, but Mrs. Fortescue once asked
him if he had any sisters, when he replied, "Two, such as any brother
might be proud of;" but, while he spoke, the blood mantled in his
forehead, and fearing it might result from pride, she dropped the
subject, and, for the future, avoided saying anything that might
recall it, trusting that, in time, she might win his confidence.

Almost unconsciously to herself, was Ethelind, under the garb of
friendship, indulging a preference from which her delicacy shrank. She
could plainly see a growing attachment in Mr. Barclay to Beatrice, and
could not, for a moment, suppose he could be insensible to her
friend's fascinations, which certainly were very great. She was the
more convinced that Mr. Barclay loved Beatrice, for his manners
evidently changed, and, at times, he was absent and thoughtful, and
she sometimes fancied unhappy. Once it struck her, his affections
might be engaged elsewhere, and that Beatrice had shaken his faith to
her to whom it was plighted. She observed Beatrice using all her
efforts to attract and win Mr. Barclay, and yet she doubted if she
were sincere. Many things in her conduct led to this conclusion, and
showed no little coquetry in her disposition. Be it as it may, she met
Mr. Barclay's attentions more than half way, and seemed never in such