Devereux. Alethea wished she did not
know.
'No very distant relation,' said Jane.
'Do not talk nonsense, Jane,' said Claude, gravely.
'No nonsense at all, Claude,' cried Jane in her very very pertest
tone, 'it is exactly like Eleanor; I am sure I can see her with her
hands before her, saying in her prim voice, "I must turn my old black
silk and trim it with crape, for I have had a misfortune, and lost my
brother."'
'Lilias,' said Miss Weston, somewhat abruptly, 'did you not wish to
sing with me this evening?'
And thus she kept Lilias from any further public mischief that
evening.
Claude, exceedingly vexed by what had passed, with great injustice,
laid the blame upon Miss Weston, and instead of rendering her the
honour which she really deserved for the tact with which she had put
an end to the embarrassment of all parties, he fancied she was
anxious to display her talents for music, and thus only felt fretted
by the sounds.
Mr. Weston and his daughter intended to walk home that evening, as it
was a beautiful moonlight night.
'Oh, let us convoy you!' exclaimed Lilias; 'I do long to show Alethea
a glow-worm. Will you come, Claude? May we, papa? Feel how still
and warm it is.
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