never been equal to visiting, nor was there much to tempt her in the
changing inhabitants of a watering-place. Now and then, perhaps, an
old acquaintance or distant connexion of some part of the family came
for a month or six weeks, and a few calls were exchanged, and it was
one of these visits that led to the following conversation.

"By the by, mamma," said Fred, "I meant to ask you what that foolish
woman meant about the St. Legers, and their not having thoroughly
approved of Aunt Geoffrey's marriage."

"About the most ill-placed thing she could have said, Freddy," replied
Mrs. Langford, "considering that I was always accused of having made
the match."

"Made the match! O tell us, mamma; tell us all about it. Did you
really?"

"Not consciously; Fred, and Frank St. Leger deserves as much of the
credit as I do."

"Who was he? a brother of Aunt Geoffrey's?"

"O yes, Fred," said Henrietta, "to be sure you knew that. You have
heard how mamma came home from India with General St. Leger and his
little boy and girl. But by the by, mamma, what became of their
mother?"

"Lady Beatrice? She died in India just before we came home. Well, I
used to stay with them after we came back to England, and of course
talked to my friend--"