“We must be going with the rest,” observed Mrs. Lammle, rising with a show of unwillingness, amidst a general dispersal. “We are real friends, Georgiana dear?”

“Real.”

“Good night, dear girl!”

She had established an attraction over the shrinking nature upon which her smiling eyes were fixed, for Georgiana held her hand while she answered in a secret and half-frightened tone:

“Don’t forget me when you are gone away. And come again soon. Good night!”