who stood in need of consolation, for the fulfilment of her own most
ardent wish, and from the very person to whom it was the greatest
trial. It was not, however, self-reproach that caused her tears, that
her mother's calmness prevented her from feeling, but only attachment
to the place she was about to leave, and the recollections, which she
accused herself of having slighted. Her mother, who had made up her
mind to do what was right, found strength and peace at the moment of
trial, when the wayward and untrained spirits of the daughter gave way.
Not that she blamed Henrietta, she was rather gratified to find that
she was so much attached to her home and her grandmother, and felt so
much with her; and after she had succeeded in some degree in restoring
her to composure, they talked long and earnestly over old times and
deeper feelings.




CHAPTER IV.



The journey to London was prosperously performed, and Mrs. Frederick
Langford was not overfatigued when she arrived at Uncle Geoffrey's
house at Westminster. The cordiality of their greeting may be
imagined, as a visit from Henrietta had been one of the favourite
visions of her cousin Beatrice, through her whole life; and the two
girls were soon deep in the delights of a conversation in which sense
and nonsense had an equal share.

The next day was spent by the two Mrs. Langfords in quiet together,