The things we do!

Ethel clung always to
his affection. She wanted that man, rather than any other in the whole
world, to think well of her. When she was with him, she was the amiable
and simple, the loving impetuous creature of old times. She chose to
think of no other. Worldliness, heartlessness, eager scheming, cold
flirtations, marquis-hunting and the like, disappeared for a while--and
were not, as she sate at that honest man's side. O me! that we should
have to record such charges against Ethel Newcome!
"He was come home for good now? He would never leave that boy he spoiled
so, who was a good boy, too: she wished she could see him oftener. At
Paris, at Madame de Florac's--I found out all about Madame de Florac,
sir," says Miss Ethel, with a laugh--"we used often to meet there; and
here, sometimes, in London. But in London it was different. You know what
peculiar notions some people have; and as I live with grandmamma, who is
most kind to me and my brothers, of course I must obey her, see her,"
etc.


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