her it. That gave her time to say, "Yours, et cetera,"
instead of "sadly and devotedly." (Why be needlessly precise?) As for
the postscript, she didn't trouble them with that at all.

She then hurried the letter into her pocket, that it might not be asked
for, and said, with all the nonchalance she could manage to assume, "Oh,
if he loves somebody else!"

"No; that is worse still," said Mr. Raby. "In his own rank of life, it
is ten to one if he finds anything as modest, as good, and as loyal as
Dence's daughter. It's some factory-girl, I suppose."

"Let us hope not," said Grace, demurely; but Amboyne noticed that her
cheek was now flushed, and her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

Soon afterward she strolled apart, and took a wonderful interest in the
monuments and things, until she found an opportunity to slip out into
the church-yard. There she took the letter out, and kissed it again and
again, as if she would devour it; and all the way home she was as gay as
a lark. Amboyne put himself in her place.

When they got home, he said to her, "My dear Miss Carden, I have a favor
to ask you. I want an hour's conversation with Mr. Raby. Will you be so
very kind as to see that I am not interrupted?"

"Oh yes. No; you must tell me, first, what you are going to talk about.
I can't have gentlemen talking nonsense together UNINTERRUPTEDLY."

"You ladies claim to monopolize nonsense, eh? Well, I am going to talk
about my friend, Mr. Little. Is he nonsense?"

"That depends. What are you going to say about him?"

"Going to advance his interests--and my own hobby. Such is man."

"Never mind what is man; what is your hobby?"

"Saving idiotic ruffians' lives."

"Well, that is a hobby. But, if Mr. Little is to profit by it, never
mind; you shall not be interrupted, if I can keep 'les facheux' away."

Accordingly she got her work, and sat in the hall. Here, as she
expected, she was soon joined by Mr. Coventry, and he found her in a
gracious mood, and in excellent spirits.

After some very pleasant conversation, she told him she was keeping
sentinel over Dr. Amboyne and his hobby.

"What is that?"

"Saving idiotic ruffians' lives. Ha! ha! ha!"

Her merry laugh rang through the hall like a peal of bells.

Coventry stared, and then gave up trying to understand her and her
eternal changes. He just set himself to please her, and he never found
it easier than that afternoon.

Meantime Dr. Amboyne got Raby alone, and begged l