wishes and higher commendation, than were most voluntarily bestowed by my uncle after the evening they had passed together.”

“Has this been all your doing, then?” cried Fanny. “Good heaven! how very, very kind! Have you really — was it by your desire?

I beg your pardon, but I am bewildered. Did Admiral Crawford apply? How was it? I am stupefied.”

Henry was most happy to make it more intelligible, by beginning at an earlier stage, and explaining very particularly what he had done. His last journey to London had been undertaken with no other view than that of introducing her brother in Hill Street, and prevailing on the Admiral to exert whatever interest he might have for getting him on. This had been his business.