glows on the delicate cheek of the lovely Emma, and it seemed as if the so long absent rose, which had neg. lected its fair mistress, was now returned in gratitude to pay its court and homage there, and she exclaimed, in a tone of voice quite unusual with her,— "Your brother Tanjore going to India with us!— My dear, dear girl, where did you gain this intelligence, which I own has so suddenly surprised me, that-that-that-" Emma sat down on a chair, and Mary laughingly proceeded "That it has made you all of a tremble, and you blush so, Emma,-your cheeks are as red as a rose. "Nonsense," cried Emma, "you do not answer my question, Mary, that I ask you,-Who told you that your brother Tanjore was going to India with us?" "Why, who but mamma herself?" cried Mary; “I heard her tell Mrs. Pelham that papa had made up his mind about brother Tanjore's going to India with us, and cousin Sedley is to go too, and we are all going whenever sister Alexina's little baby is born; and oh, how I do wish that it was come, that we may all go to India. This baby is a long time in coming,when will it be here, Emma ?" "My dear, you really ask me an improper question, and I am unable to reply to you," answered Emma; "but pray, my love, when did you hear this conversation about your brother Tanjore?" "Ah, you are never tired when you want to know any thing about my brother Tanjore," retorted Mary, with a look so arch and cunning that Emma blushed excessively high and held down her head in silence; while Mary prattled on : "Why, I heard it just now, while Mrs. Pelham was talking with mamma in the dressing-room," uttered she," and Ellen heard it too, I dare say, though she said nothing. They talked very softly, as if they did not wish any body to hear; but I was a match for them, and I came down stairs to tell you directly, because I know Emma very gently placed her hand on Mary's pretty pouting lips, and with a smile of the most ineffable sweetness, exclaimed, "Do not tell me what you know, my dear girl, at the present moment,-some other time I will listen to you; but see, my love, I am not half dressed, and dinner will be waiting for me." On this pretext, for it was nothing more, Emma at last got rid of her little loquacious and prattling companion; but from trifles light as air what good or evil may arise!-and from this time we may actually date the amendment which very rapidly took place in the health of Miss Bradbury;-and she descended to the drawing-room on this day with an appearance so altered from the former one, a brightness in her lovely eyes so remarkable, and a colour in her delicate cheeks so unusual, that it attracted the attention of every one on her entrance; and Dr. Starmer, who was come to dine in Berkeley Square on that day, sportively exclaimed, as he took her fair hand and conducted her to a seat, "Lilies and roses! why I protest, Miss Bradbury, that you would at this moment put them all to the blush by the brighter lustre of your complexion. Well, I am heartily glad, my dear young lady, to see vou at last doing some credit to my prescriptions." Mrs. Trelawney also gazed delighted on her improved looks, which, strange to say, had all been effected in the course of a few minutes, by the prescription of a physician they little suspected was written in the book of nature, and repeated by the artless, innocent, unconscious and prattling tongue of the youthful Mary. CHAPTER XXV. "Canst thou forget "The dear pains that my love took?-how it has watch'd "To shew art's life, so silent were our comforts, It was certainly the intention of Mrs. Trelawney not to quit England till after a certain period had takeu place with her beloved daughter, Lady Wyndham, whose accouchement was now hourly expected. Mrs. Trelawney was too fond a mother to leave her amiable child under circumstances of so painful and delicate a nature, and when her presence was never more highly necessary; but all other arrangements for their speedy departure were in the most active preparation. The whole of his establishment in Berkeley Square, the steward and housekeeper only excepted, were to accompany Mr. Trelawney to India; and these two personages were to be left in the charge of the house and furniture, and to reside wholly in it, till the return of the family from India, which Mr. Trelawney imagined would not be for the term of two or three years, as he intended to dispose of Trelawney Castle and the whole of his property in India, and after that to take a tour with his wife and children, in order to change the gloomy complexion which a recent melancholy event had produced on their minds, hoping by this means that the health of Mrs. Trelawney would be entirely re-established. As to Emma, she continued very rapidly to amend in her health, and her lovely form seemed again to revive to its former freshness and beauty. Meanwhile, the two Miss Trelawneys certainly wanted but little aid from their preceptress, for Ellen was grown a most lovely creature; and Mary, most highly accomplished, had improved daily,-she had lost a great deal of that forwardness and flippancy which had promised so early to be her distinguishing feature, and though she had not the personal loveliness of her sister, yet she was more attractive, because she was more lively and fascinating; and Lord Wyndham, of whom she was a particular favourite, often while contemplating her little light graceful figure, and the bewitching naivele of her arch counte nance, observed to Mr. Trelawney, that he believed that Mary would be the next daughter that would be led to the temple of Hymen. On which Mrs. Trelawney would smile, and exclaim,- “Oh fie, Wyndham! you must not let her hear you say so for the universe; for Ellen is infinitely more lovely, and the senior of Mary nearly two years, and it would not be fair if our little gipsy was to get married before her, what say you, Trelawney?" -- To which Mr. Trelawney laughingly replied,— Why, I do not only say, my love, but I seriously think, that it is very likely to be the case. I protest that I am of Wyndham's opinion, that Mary will start the game of matrimony long before our gentle, quiet Ellen." "Nonsense, Mary is only a child!" cried Mrs. Trelawney. "Then she is the most womanly child I ever beheld in my existence," cried his Lordship, laughing: "Come, my dear Madam, I will wager any thing with you that you please, that before you return from India your youngest daughter is married." "And so will I too, Wyndham," cried Mr. Trelawney: "it is not always beauty that leads us in chains, Rosa; it is a certain fascination, which sometimes does more execution than all the united charms of a Venus de Medicis; and it is this kind of fascination which our Mary possesses." "Not only fascination," exclaimed his Lordship, "but there is so much naivete, so much elegance, so much wit, combined in all that Mary says, to which are added her superior accomplished mind and sensi |