dared it, and a man would but hear.

His fingers were at the leaves of a Spanish dictionary.

'Oh yes, and here we have a book of Travels in Spain,' she said.
'Everything Spanish for Janey now. You are aware?--no?'

He was unaware and desired to be told.

'Janey's latest idea; only she would have conceived the notion. You
solve our puzzle, my lord.'

She renewed the thanks she persisted in offering for the military music
now just ceasing: vexatiously, considering that it was bad policy for
him to be unmasking Brailstone to her. At the same time, the blindness
which rendered her unconscious of Brailstone's hand in sending members
of a military band to play selections from the favourite opera they had
jointly drunk of to ecstasy, was creditable; touching, when one thought
of the pursuer's many devices, not omitting some treason on the part of
her present friend.

'Tell me--I solve?' he said....

Henrietta spied the donkey-basket bearing the two little ones.

'Yes, I hope so--on our way down,' she made answer. 'I want you to see
the pair of love-birds in a nest.'

The boy and girl were seen lying side by side, both fast asleep;
fair-haired girl, dark-haired boy, faced to one another.

'Temper?' said Fleetwood, when he had taken observation of them.

'Very imperious--Mr. Boy!' she replied, straightening her back under a
pretty frown, to convey the humour of the infant tyrant.

The father's mind ran swiftly on a comparison of the destinies of
the two children, from his estimate of their parents; many of Gower
Woodseer's dicta converging to reawaken thoughts upon Nature's laws,
which a knowledge of his own nature blackened. He had to persuade
himself that this child of his was issue of a loving union; he had to
do it violently, conjuring a vivid picture of the mother in bud, and his
recognition of her young charm; the pain of keeping to his resolve to
quit her, lest she should subjugate him and despoil him of his wrath;
the fatalism in his coming and going; the romantic freak it had been,--a
situation then so clearly wrought, now blurred past comprehension. But
there must have been love, or some love on his part. Otherwise he
was bound to pray for the mother to predominate in the child, all but
excluding its father.

Carinthia's image, as a result, ascended sovereignty, and he hung to it.

For if we are human creatures with consciences, nothing is more certain
than that we make our taskmasters of those to who