the beauties of Albany. It did not strike our heroine
as being so picturesque as it had her friend; still it
had novelty, and that lent it many charms it might
have wanted on a more intimate acquaintance.
Their forenoon, however, exhausted the beauties of
this charming town, and they had returned to the
inn, and the ladies were sitting in rather a listless
state when Charles entered the room with a look of
pleasure, and cried "he is here."

"Who!" exclaimed Julia, starting, and trembling like
an aspen.

"He!--Tony," said Charles, in reply.

Julia was unable to say any more; but her aunt,
without noticing her agitation, asked mildly, "And
who is Tony?"

"Why Anthony, the driver--he is here and wishes to
see you."

"Show him up, Charles, and let us learn when he
will be ready to go on."

This was an awful moment to Julia--she was on the
eve of being confronted, in a room, for the first
time, with the man on whom she felt that her
happiness or misery must depend. Although she
knew the vast importance to her of good looks at