Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 189: what you’re looking at

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he visits bere frequently enough to warrant me in supposing his attentions to be serious.” Helena laughed mockingly. “Yes, [think be has serious intentions; but, unfor- tunately for your aspirations, I am not the object of tiem,” she retorted, flushing hotly. “Whatdo you mean? Surely, you do not think he cares for Belle?” said Mrs. Stewart, surprised. “Belle! that child! No, indeed.” “Who, then?’ “Where are your eyes, mamma? He is over head and ears in love with your governess.” “Helena!” exclaimed her mother, aghast, “Tt is true.” “T cannot believe it. Miss Gay is a fine musician, and he sim ly enjoys her music. “Well, al have to say is, just watch them the next time they are together, and I'll warrant that rou will discover itis not altogether the music that rd Nelson is fond of. You may have cause to con- gratulate yourself some day, Mamma, on account of the good match your pretty servant will make,” Helena concluded, maliciously. ‘Miss Gay is a lady, even if she is only a gov- erness,” returned Mrs. Steward, flushing, and in- wardly dismayed as she began to realize that there might be some truth in her daughter's insirfuations. | “Granted,” retorted Helena; “she is altogether too much of a lady for the position she occupies, But you can set your heart at rest upon one topic—ZJ shall never be Lady Hartwell.” ‘Perhaps you would prefer to write simply the ab- breviations M. D. after your husband's name,” said vty eed te we angry CORES and wholly losing patience with her daughter. Helena colored a vivid red. SOME ROSE. Ome