Now I will begin to talk about
this plan, and see whether Jenny betrays any knowledge of it.'
'Oh! it will be rare!' cried Lily; 'but do not speak of it before the
Baron or William.'
'Let it be at luncheon,' said Emily, 'you know they never appear. Do
you mean to send the letter?'
'Not that part of it,' said Claude, 'you see I can tear off the last
page, and it is only to add a new conclusion. Good-night.'
Jane had certainly not spent the evening in an agreeable manner; she
had not taken her seat at Claude's table with any evil designs
towards his letter, but his writing was clear and legible, and her
eye caught the word 'Maurice;' she wished to know what Claude could
be saying about him, and having once begun, she could not leave off,
especially when she saw her own name. When aware of the compliments
he was paying her, she looked at him, but his eyes were fixed on his
pen, and no smile, no significant expression betrayed that he was
aware of her observations; and even when he gave her the letter to
put into the post-bag he looked quite innocent and unconcerned. On
the other hand, she did not like to think that he had been sending
such a character of her to Eleanor in sober sadness; it was
impossible to find out whether he had sent the letter; she could not
venture to beg him to keep it back, she could only trust to his good-
nature.
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