'
'The company there present, are, I believe, honoured with due mention
of Sir Edward Merton and family,' said Rupert; 'but I am speaking of
another part of the paper where Miss Merton is especially noted,
alone in her glory.'
'In what paper did you say, Rupert?' said Lady Merton.
'The Abbeychurch Reporter,' said he.
'Mr. Higgins's paper!' said Anne. 'O Mamma, I see it all--that
horrible Mechanics' Institute!'
'Why, Anne,' said her brother, 'I thought you would be charmed with
your celebrity.'
'But where have you seen it, Rupert?' said Anne; 'poor Lizzie, has
she heard it?'
'Mr. Walker came in just now in great dismay, to shew it to Mr.
Woodbourne,' said Rupert; 'and they had a very long discussion on the
best means of contradicting it, to which I listened with gravity,
quite heroic, I assure you, considering all things. Then my uncle
carried it off to shew it to his wife, and I came up to congratulate
you.'
'I am sure it is no subject of congratulation,' said Anne; 'where was
Papa all the time?'
'Gone to call on Mr. Somerville,' said Rupert.
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