an would only promise me to come and see us there sometimes."

"I'm a very old fellow, Mr. Cashel, and have almost outlived the habits
of society; but if any one's invitation shall bring me beyond these
walls, it shall be yours."

"I must be content with that," said Roland, as he shook the proffered
hand; and then, with a cordial farewell to Miss Leicester, took Linton's
arm, and retired.

CHAPTER XXXV. MISS JEMIMA MEEK.

If you show him in Hyde Park--Lauk! how they will stare!
Though a very smart figure in Bloomsbury Square,

The Snob.

Cashel's was not a nature to dwell upon a grievance, and he would have,
at once and forever, forgotten the late scene with Linton if it were
not coupled in his mind with suspicions derived from various different
sources. This made him silent and reserved as he walked along, and so
palpably inattentive to all his companion's efforts at agreeability that
Linton at last said, "Well, Cashel, if you can dispense with sleep, you
certainly seem to take the compensation in dreaming. Here have I been
retailing for you the choicest bits of gossip and small-talk, not only
without the slightest gratitude, but even without common attention on
your part!"

"Very true," said Cashel; "the reproach is quite just, and no man can be
more agreeable at the expense of his friends than yourself."

"Still harping on my daughter, eh?" cried Linton. "I never thought you
the man to misconstrue a jest; but if you really are offended with my
folly--"

"If I really were offended," said Cashel, almost sternly, "I should not
leave it to be inferred from my manner."

"That I am sure of," cried Linton, assuming an air of frankness; "and
now, since all that silly affair is forgotten--"

"I did not say so much," interrupted Cashel. "I cannot forget it; and
that is the very reason I am annoyed with myself, with you, and with all
the world."

"Pooh! nonsense, man; you were not used to be so thin-skinned. Let us
talk of something else. Here are all our gay friends assembled: how are
we to occupy and amuse them?"

Cashel made no reply, but walked on, seemingly lost in thought.

"By the way," said Linton, "you've told me nothing of your adventures.
Haven't you had something very like a shipwreck?"

"The yacht is lost," said Cashel, dryly.

"Actually lost!" echoed the other, with well-assumed astonishment. "How
fortunate not to have had the Kennyfeck party on board, as I believe you
e