fortunate for the Count of Ferroll that the heralds closed the listsIt might have been fortunate for others,rejoined Lady MontfortWhat is the general opinion?she added, addressing the Knight of the DolphinDo not go away, Mr. Ferrars. I want to give you some nike heels directions about tomorrowI do not think I shall be at the place tomorrow,muttered EndymionWhat!exclaimed Berengaria; but at this moment Mr. Sidney Wilton came up and said, I have been looking at the golden helm. It is entrusted to my care as King of the Tournament. It is really so beautiful, that I think I shall usurp itYou will have to settle that with the Count of Ferroll,said BerengariaThe betting is about equal,said the Knight of the DolphinWell, we must have some gloves upon it,said   He walked away, and the first persons that met his eye were the prince and the Count of Ferroll in conversation. It was sickening. They seemed quite gay, and occasionally examined together a paper which the prince held in his hand, and which was an official report by the heralds of the day’s jousting. This friendly conversation might apparently have gone on for ever had not the music ceased and the count been obliged to seek his partner for the coming danceI wonder you can speak to him,said Endymion, going up to the princeIf the heralds had notmany think, too hastilyclosed the lists this morning, you would have been the victor of the dayMy dear child! what can you mean?said the princeI believe everything was closed quite properly, and as for myself, I am entirely satisfied with my share of the day’s successIf you had thrown him,said Endymion, he could not with decency have contended for the golden helmOh! that is what you deplore,said the princeThe Count of Ferroll and I shall have to contend for many things more cheap air force high heels precious than golden helms before we dieI believe he is a very overrated man,said EndymionWhy?said the princeI detest him,said EndymionThat is certainly a reason why you should not overrate him,said the princeThere seems a general conspiracy to run him up,said Endymion with piqueThe Count of Ferroll is the man of the future,said the prince calmlyThat is what Mr. Neuchatel said to me yesterday. I suppose he caught it from youIt is an advantage, a great advantage, for me to observe the Count of Ferroll in this intimate society,said the prince, speaking slowly, perhaps even to fathom him. But I am not come to that yet. He is a man neither to love nor to detest. He has himself an intelligence superior to all passion, I might say all feeling; and if, in dealing with such a being, we ourselves have either, we give him an advantageWell, all the same, I hope you will win the golden helm tomorrow,said Endymion, looking a little perplexedThe golden casque that I am ordained to win,said the prince, is not at Montfort Castle. This, after all, is but Mambrino’s helmet.A knot of young dandies were discussing the chances of the morrow as Endymion was passing by, and as he knew most of them he joined the groupI hope to heaven,said one, that the Count of Ferroll will beat that foreign chap tomorrow; I hate foreignersSo do I,said a second, and there was a general murmur of assentThe Count of Ferroll is as much a foreigner as the prince,said Endymion rather sharplyOh! I don’t call him a foreigner at all,said the first speakerHe is a great favourite at White’s; no one rides cross country like him, and he is a deuced fine shot in the bargainI will back Prince Florestan against him either in field or cover,said EndymionWell, I don’t know your friend,said the young gentleman contemptuously, so I cannot betI am sure your friend, Lady Montfort, my dear Dymy, will back the Count of Ferroll,lisped a third young gentleman.  This completed the programme of mortification, and Endymion, hot and then cold, and then both at the same time, bereft of repartee, and wishing the earth would open and Montfort Castle disappear in its convulsed bosom, stole silently away as cheap nike high heels soon as practicable, and wandered as far as possible from the music and the bursts of revelry.  These conversations had taken place in the chief saloon, which was contiguous to the ball-room, and which was nearly as full of guests. Endymion, moving in the opposite direction, entered another drawing-room, where the population was sparse. It consisted of couples apparently deeply interested in each other. Some faces were radiant, and some pensive and a little agitated, but they all agreed in one expression, that they took no interest whatever in the solitary Endymion. Even their whispered words were hushed as he passed by, and they seemed, with their stony, unsympathising glance, to look upon him as upon some inferior being who had intruded into their paradise. In short, Endymion felt all that embarrassment, mingled with a certain portion of self contempt, which attends the conviction that we are what is delicately called de trop.  He advanced and took refuge in another room, where there was only a single, and still more engrossed pair; but this was even more intolerable to him. Shrinking from a return to the hostile chamber he had just left, he made a frantic rush forward with affected ease and alacrity, and found himself alone in the favourite morning room of Lady Montfort.  He threw himself on a sofa, and hid his face in his hand, and gave a sigh, which was almost a groan. He was sick at heart; his extremities were cold, his brain was feeble. All hope, and truly all thought of the future, deserted him. He remembered only the sorrowful, or the humiliating, chapters in his life. He wished he had never left Hurstley. He wished he had been apprenticed to Farmer Thornberry, that he had never quitted his desk at Somerset House, and never known more of life than Joe’s and the Divan. All was vanity and vexation of spirit. He contemplated finishing his days in the neighbouring stream, in which, but a few days ago, he was bathing in health and joy.Time flew on; he was unconscious of its course; no one entered the room, and he wished never to see a human face again, when a voice sounded, and he heard his nameEndymion!He looked up; it was Lady Montfort. He did not speak, but gave her, perhaps unconsciously, a glance of reproach and despairWhat is the matter with you?she saidNothingThat is nonsense. Something must have happened. I have missed you so long, but was determined to find you. Have you a headacheNoCome back; come back with me. It is so odd. My lord has asked for you twiceI want to see no oneOh! but this is absurdand on a day like this, when every cheap nike heels thing has been so successful, and every one is so happyI am not happy, and I am not successfulYou perfectly astonish me,said Lady Montfort; I shall begin to believe that you have not so sweet a temper as I always supposedIt ma