‘Consideration!’ exclaimed Lady Monteagle.  ’If you mean that they are people of rank, and good blood, and good property, they are certainly people of consideration; but they are Goths, Vandals, Huns, Calmucks, Canadian savages!  They have no fashion, no style, no ton, no influence in the world.  It is impossible that a greater misfortune could have befallen your beauty than having such an aunt.  Why, no man who has the slightest regard for his reputation would be seen in her company.  She is a regular quiz, and you cannot imagine how everybody was laughing at you the other night.’

‘I am very much obliged to them,’ said Lord Cadurcis.

‘And, upon my honour,’ continued Lady Monteagle, ’speaking merely as your friend, and not being the least jealous (Cadurcis do not suppose that), not a twinge has crossed my mind on that score; but still I must tell you that it was most ridiculous for a man like you, to whom everybody looks up, and from whom the slightest attention is an honour, to go and fasten yourself the whole night upon a rustic simpleton, something between a wax doll and a dairymaid, whom every fool in London was staring at; the very reason why you should not have appeared to have been even aware of her existence.’

‘We have all our moments of weakness, Gertrude,’ said Lord Cadurcis, charmed that the lady was so thoroughly unaware and unsuspicious of his long and intimate connection with the Herberts.  ’I suppose it was my cursed vanity.  I saw, as you say, every fool staring at her, and so I determined to show that in an instant I could engross her attention.’

’Of course, I know it was only that; but you should not have gone and dined there, Cadurcis,’ added the lady, very seriously, ’That compromised you; but, by cutting them in future in the most marked manner, you may get over it.’

‘You really think I may?’ inquired Lord Cadurcis, with some anxiety.

‘Oh!  I have no doubt of it,’ said Lady Monteagle.

‘What it is to have a friend like you, Gertrude,’ said Cadurcis, ’a friend who is neither a Goth, nor a Vandal, nor a Hun, nor a Calmuck, nor a Canadian savage; but a woman of fashion, style, ton, influence in the world!  It is impossible that a greater piece of good fortune could have befallen me than having you for a friend.’

‘Ah, mechant! you may mock,’ said the lady, triumphantly, for she was quite satisfied with the turn the conversation had taken; ’but I am glad for your sake that you take such a sensible view of the case.’

Notwithstanding, however, this sensible view of the case, after lounging an hour at Monteagle House, Lord Cadurcis’ carriage stopped at the door of Venetia’s Gothic aunt.  He was not so fortunate as to meet his heroine; but, nevertheless, he did not esteem his time entirely thrown away, and consoled himself for the disappointment by confirming the favourable impression he had already made in this establishment, and cultivating