'Poor girl!' he said to himself, and sang in an undertone-'Tra deri, dera,
L'histoire n'est pas nouvelle!' When she drew nearer Louis called her by name. She sent the boy into the
church, and came forward, blushing at having been called by so fine a
gentleman. Louis held out the bracelet.

'Here is something I have found, or somebody else has found,' he said to
her. 'I won't state where. Put it away, and say no more about it. I
will not mention it either. Now go on into the church where you are
going, and may Heaven have mercy on your soul, my dear.' 'Thank you, sir,' said Tabitha, with some perplexity, yet inclined to be
pleased, and only recognizing in the situation the fact that Lady
Constantine's humorous brother was making her a present.

'You are much obliged to me?' 'O yes!' 'Well, Miss Lark, I've discovered a secret, you see.' 'What may that be, Mr. Glanville?' 'That you are in love.' 'I don't admit it, sir. Who told you so?' 'Nobody. Only I put two and two together. Now take my advice. Beware
of lovers! They are a bad lot, and bring young women to tears.' 'Some do, I dare say. But some don't.' 'And you think that in your particular case the latter alternative will
hold good? We generally think we shall be lucky ourselves, though all
the world before us, in the same situation, have been otherwise.' 'O yes, or we should die outright of despair.' 'Well, I don't think you will be lucky in your case.' 'Please how do you know so much, since my case has not yet arrived?'
asked Tabitha, tossing her head a little disdainfully, but less than she
might have done if he had not obtained a charter for his discourse by
giving her the bracelet.