“Do you not know?  A certain friend of yours whom I torment, by declaring she is invulnerable to the little god’s arrows,” he answered, joyously.

“She may be invulnerable to Cupid, but certainly not to any other kind of love,” remarked Lady St. Eval, as she smilingly pointed out to Mrs. Percy’s notice Miss Fortescue, surrounded by a group of children, and bearing on her expressive countenance unanswerable evidences of her interest in the happiness of all around her.

“And is it possible, after loving her he could love another?” she exclaimed, in unfeigned astonishment.

“Disagreeably unromantic, Louisa, is it not?” said Lord Delmont, laughing heartily; “but what was the poor man to do?  Ellen was inexorable, and refused to bestow on him anything but her friendship.”

“Which he truly values,” interrupted Lady St. Eval.  “You must allow, Louisa, he was wise, however free from romance; the character of Florence, in many points, very much resembles Ellen’s.  She is one of the very few whom I do not wonder at his choosing, after what had passed.  Do you know, Edward, Flora Cameron marries in the spring?”

“I heard something about it; tell me who to.”

She complied, and Percy and Mr. Grahame joining them, the conversation extended to more general topics.

“Nay, Allan, dear, do not tease your sister,” was Miss Fortesene’s gentle remonstrance, as Allan endeavoured, somewhat roughly, to draw Minnie from her side, where, however, she clung with a pertinacity no persuasion or reproach could shake.

“She will hurt Ellen,” replied the boy, sturdily, “and she has no right to take her place by you.”

“But she may stand here too, there is room for us both,” interrupted the little Ellen, though she did not offer to give up her place in her aunt’s lap to her cousin.

“Go away, Allan, I choose to stand here, and aunt Ellen says I may,” was Minnie’s somewhat impatient rejoinder, as she tried to push her brother away, though her pretty little features expressed no ill-temper on the occasion, for she laughed as she spoke.

“Aunt Ellen promised to dance with me,” retorted Allan, “and so I will not go away unless she comes too.”

“With me, with me!” exclaimed Lord Manvers, bounding forward to join the group.  “She promised three months ago to dance with me.”

“And how often have I not performed that promise, Master Charlie?” replied Ellen, laughing, “even more often with you than with Allan, so I must give him the preference first.”

Her good-natured smiles, the voice which betrayed such real interest in all that pleased her little companions, banished every appearance of discontent.  The magic power of affection and sympathy rendered every little pleader satisfied and pleased; and, after performing her promise with Allan, she put the final seal to his enjoyment by confiding the little bashful Ellen to his especial care; a charge, which Myrvin declared, caused his son to hold himself up two inches higher than he had done yet.