THE MYRTLE AND THE HEATHER. CHAPTER XXXIV. Knew not the double-dealing of a smile, Nor aught that makes men's promises a blank, Or deadly snare. WORDSWORTH. EATRICE had free admission to Lady St. BEATRICE Helens' boudoir; so had Horace; Anne came seldom there; and this morning the brother and the sister were together. Beatrice felt hopeless of obtaining the Countess's immediate attention, when she perceived how pre-engaged she appeared to be. She was seated at her writing-desk, and various proof-sheets of poetry strewed the ground on either side of her. 'See, my dear,' she said, 'A— has sent me his poem to revise; all this must be done before posttime. Don't interrupt me, for worlds. If you like, you may stay, for you are a dear, quiet thing; and you may gather up, and arrange all the sheets on my right hand. I have set my heart on taking two or three of the best to Miss Evelyn, if there be |