came the turning-point of my life. From that day, the lawless
vagabond within me was killed. I mean not, indeed, the love of Nature
and of song which had first allured the vagabond, but the hatred of
steadfast habits and of serious work,--_that_ was killed. I no longer
trifled with my calling: I took to it as a serious duty. And when I saw
her, whom fate has reserved and reared for my bride, her face was no
longer in my eyes that of the playful child; the soul of the woman was
dawning into it. It is but two years since that day, to me so eventful.
Yet my fortunes are now secured. And if fame be not established, I am at
last in a position which warrants my saying to her I love, 'The time has
come when, without fear for thy future, I can ask thee to be mine.'"

The man spoke with so fervent a passion that Kenelm silently left him
to recover his wonted self-possession,--not unwilling to be silent,--not
unwilling, in the softness of the hour, passing from roseate sunset into
starry twilight, to murmur to himself, "And the time, too, has come for
me!"

After a few moments the minstrel resumed lightly and cheerily,--

"Sir, your turn: pray have you long known--judging by our former
conversation you cannot have long loved--the lady whom you have wooed
and won?"

As Kenelm had neither as yet wooed nor won the lady in question, and did
not deem it necessary to enter into any details on the subject of love
particular to himself, he replied by a general observation,--

"It seems to me that the coming of love is like the coming of spring:
the date is not to be reckoned by the calendar. It may be slow and
gradual; it may be quick and sudden. But in the morning, when we wake
and recognize a change in the world without, verdure on the trees,
blossoms on the sward, warmth in the sunshine, music in the air, then we
say Spring has come!"

"I like your illustration. And if it be an idle question to ask a lover
how long he has known the beloved one, so it is almost as idle to ask if
she be not beautiful. He cannot but see in her face the beauty she has
given to the world without."

"True; and that thought is poetic enough to make me remind you that I
favoured you with the maiden specimen of my verse-making on condition
that you repaid me by a specimen of your own practical skill in the art.
And I claim the right to suggest the theme. Let it be--"

"Of a beefsteak?"

"Tush, you have worn out that tasteless joke at my expense. The