'AIRY FAIRY LILIAN. 251
'Are you better now?' Mrs. Arlington asks in
return, stooping kindly over her.
'Yes, thank you, much better,'—gazing at her
with some surprise; 'it was stupid of me to faint.
But,'—still rather dazed—' where am I ?'
'At the Cottage. Mr. Chetwoode brought you
' And you are Mrs. Arlington ? '—with a slight
' Yes,'—smiling in return. ' Kate, put a little
water into that brandy, and give it to Miss Chesney.'
' Please do not, Kate,' says Lilian in her pretty,
friendly fashion; ' I hate brandy; if'—courteously—
* I may have some sherry instead, I should like it.'
Having drunk the sherry, she sits up and looks
quietly around her.
The room is a little gem in its own way, and sug¬
gestive of refinement of taste, and much delicacy in
the art of colouring. Between the softly tinted
pictures that hang upon the walls, rare bits of Worcester
and wedgwood fight for mastery. Pretty lounging-
chairs covered with blue satin are dispersed here and
there, while cosy couches peep out from every recess.
Bric-a-brac of all kinds covers the small velvet tables,
that are hung with priceless lace that only half conceals
the spindle legs beneath. Exquisite Httle marble Loves
and Venuses and Graces smile and pose upon graceful
brackets ; upon a distant table two charming Dresden
baskets are to be seen smothered in late flowers. All
is bright, pretty, and artistic.
' What a charming room!'—says Lilian, with invo¬
luntary, and therefore flattering, admfration.
' You like it ? I fear it must look insignificant to
you after Chetwoode.'
' On the contrary, it is a relief. There, everything
is heavy though handsome, as is the way in all old
houses; here, everything is bright and gay. I like it
BO much, and you too, if you will let me say so,' says