"'
Milly and I were horribly confounded, but Cousin Monica was resolved to
place us all upon the least formal terms possible, and I believe she had
set about it in the right way.
'And now, girls, I am going to make a counter-discovery, which, I fear, a
little conflicts with yours. This Mr. Carysbroke is Lord Ilbury, brother
of this Lady Mary; and it is all my fault for not having done my honours
better; but you see what clever match-making little creatures they are.'
'You can't think how flattered I am at being made the subject of a theory,
even a mistaken one, by Miss Ruthyn.'
And so, after our modest fit was over, Milly and I were very merry, like
the rest, and we all grew a great deal more intimate that morning.
I think altogether those were the pleasantest and happiest days of my
life: gay, intelligent, and kindly society at home; charming
excursions--sometimes riding--sometimes by carriage--to distant points of
beauty in the county. Evenings varied with music, reading, and spirited
conversation. Now and then a visitor for a day or two, and constantly some
neighbour from the town, or its dependencies, dropt in.
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