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A SOCIAL METEOR. 173 ‘Pardon, madam,’ replied the poor woman, looking confusedly at her mistress, “but Miss Wheatley told me not to wake you this morning, as you were ill last evening.” ‘‘Miss Wheat ” she began, and then stopped, struck suddenly with the remembrance of the night before. A dim recollection of how she had behaved at table came to her, and a sharp, darting pain across her eyes helped to bring the rest of the evening’s events clearly to her mind. “Miss Wheatley was quite right, after all,” she rejoined, more mildly. “I had forgotten, I fainted at dinner, and she put me to bed. It’s too provoking, though, as I ought to have gone to be fitted. How the old woman will rage! You'll have to go up there right away and ex- plain to her, or else senda messenger. Is Miss Wheatley out ?” “Miss Wheatley went away this. morning, madam.” “Where, do you know?” “Home, she say.”’ Mrs. Thorne stared blankly at her. “Home,” she echoed. ‘What do you mean ?” “Ves, madam, Miss Wheatley pack her things EORNIE OXOOLKS (E@)