you see me for one instant forget myself, and by word or sign approach the borders of what is termed coquetry, promise me faithfully you will on the instant prevent farther intercourse, you will not hesitate one moment to tell me of it; even though in your eyes it may appear but earnest or animated conversation.  Mother, promise me this,” I repeated, for I felt carried so far beyond myself, that when I look back on that conversation, it is with astonishment at my own temerity.  “Annie has laughed at me when I expressed my indignation; she says it is what every woman of fashion does, and that I am ridiculous if I hope to be otherwise.  Mother, you will not laugh at me.  Spare me, spare me from the remorse that will ensue, if such ever be my conduct.”

“Fear not, my dear and noble child,” she exclaimed (her voice I knew expressed emotion), and she pressed me fondly to her heart; “I promise all, all you wish.  Retain these noble feelings, these virtuous fears, and I shall never have occasion to do what you desire.  Oh, that your sister thought the same!” she added; and oh, Mary, I shall never forget the tone of anxiety and almost distress with which those last words were said.

“She does, she will, she must,” I said, vehemently, for I would have given worlds to calm the anxiety I know she feels for Caroline, and I do wish that on some points my sister thought as I do, not from vanity, my dear Mary, believe me, but for her own happiness.  I cannot describe each member of our circle, dear Mary, in this letter, but you shall have them by degrees.  The Earl and Countess Elmore are my favourites.  I was very sorry mamma did not permit me to join a very small party at their house last week; the Countess came herself to beg, but mamma’s mandate had gone forth long ago, and therefore I submitted I hope with a good grace, but I doubt it.  She wishes me only to join in society at home this year, but next year I may go out with her as often as I please.  Lord Henry D’Este is one of the most amusing creatures I ever met with, he has always some droll anecdote to relate that calls forth universal merriment; but of single men, the Earl of St. Eval, eldest son of the Marquis of Malvern, is the most agreeable.  He is not particularly handsome, but has an eloquent smile and persuading voice, very tall and noble in his carriage.  He has talked to me much of Oxford, where for about six or seven months he was acquainted with my brothers, of whom he spoke in such high terms, dear Mary, and quite regretted he could not enjoy their society longer.  He has since been on the Continent, and relates so delightfully all he has remarked or seen among foreigners, that it is evident he travelled really for pleasure and information, not for fashion.  He appears much attracted with Caroline.  I am sure he admires her very much, and I only wish she would be as pleased with him as I am, but she always provokes me by saying he has not sufficient esprit; nor is he quite handsome enough to please