Henrietta coloured deeply, and for a moment her brilliant eyes were suffused, while Isabel found her more than ever inconsequent. "You do me great injustice," said Miss Stackpole with dignity. "I＇ve never written a word about myself!"
"I＇m very sure of that; but it seems to me one should be modest for others also!"
"Ah, that＇s very good!" cried Henrietta, seizing her pen again. "Just let me make a note of it and I＇ll put it in somewhere." she was a thoroughly good-natured woman, and half an hour later she was in as cheerful a mood as should have been looked for in a newspaperlady in want of matter. "I＇ve promised to do the social side," she said to Isabel; "and how can I do it unless I get ideas? If I can＇t describe this place don＇t you know some place I can describe?" Isabel promised she would bethink herself, and the next day, in conversation with her friend, she happened to mention her visit to Lord Warburton＇s ancient house. "Ah, you must take me there—that＇s just the place for me!" Miss Stackpole cried. "I must get a glimpse of the nobility."