“His name is Ferrars,” said he, in a very audible whisper; “but pray do not tell it, for it's a great secret.”

“Ferrars!” repeated Miss Steele; “Mr.

Ferrars is the happy man, is he? What! your sister-in-law's brother, Miss Dashwood? a very agreeable young man to be sure; I know him very well.”

“How can you say so, Anne?” cried Lucy, who generally made an amendment to all her sister's assertions. “Though we have seen him once or twice at my uncle's, it is rather too much to pretend to know him very well.”

Elinor heard all this with attention and surprise. “And who was this uncle? Where did he live? How came they acquainted?” She wished