when we may be very intimately connected.”

She looked down as she said this, amiably bashful, with only one side glance at her companion to observe its effect on her.

“Good heavens!” cried Elinor, “what do you mean? Are you acquainted with Mr.

Robert Ferrars? Can you be?” And she did not feel much delighted with the idea of such a sister-in-law.

“No,” replied Lucy, “not to Mr. ROBERT Ferrars — I never saw him in my life; but,” fixing her eyes upon Elinor, “to his eldest brother.”

What felt Elinor at that moment? Astonishment, that would have been as painful as it was strong, had not an immediate disbelief of the