you. So says my historian, at least. Is this true? Did he see you last summer or autumn, 'somewhere down in the west,' to use her own words, without knowing it to be you?”

“He certainly did. So far it is very true. At Lyme. I happened to be at Lyme.”

“Well,” continued Mrs Smith, triumphantly, “grant my friend the credit due to the establishment of the first point asserted.

He saw you then at Lyme, and liked you so well as to be exceedingly pleased to meet with you again in Camden Place, as Miss Anne Elliot, and from that moment, I have no doubt, had a double motive in his visits there. But there was another, and an earlier, which I will now explain. If there is anything in my story which you know to be either false or