no friends--to speak of."

"No more have I," said Julia. "But don't you think it's perhaps time you
gave me back my hands?"

"_La ci darem la mano_," said the barrister, "the merest moment more! I
have so few friends," he added.

"I thought it was considered such a bad account of a young man to have
no friends," observed Julia.

"O, but I have crowds of _friends_!" cried Gideon. "That's not what I
mean. I feel the moment is ill chosen; but O, Julia, if you could only
see yourself!"

"Mr. Forsyth----"

"Don't call me by that beastly name!" cried the youth. "Call me Gideon!"

"O, never that!" from Julia. "Besides, we have known each other such a
short time."

"Not at all!" protested Gideon. "We met at Bournemouth ever so long ago.
I never forgot you since. Say you never forgot me. Say you never forgot
me, and call me Gideon!"

"Isn't this rather--a want of reserve about Jimson?" inquired the girl.

"O, I know I am an ass," cried the barrister, "and I don't care a
halfpenny! I know I'm an ass, and you may laugh at me to your heart's
delight." And as Julia's lips opened with a smile, he once more dropped
into music. "There's the Land of Cherry Isle!" he sang, courting her
with his eyes.

"It's like an opera," said Julia, rather faintly.

"What should it be?" said Gideon. "Am I not Jimson? It would be strange
if I did not serenade my love. O yes, I mean the word, my Julia; and I
mean to win you. I am in dreadful trouble, and I have not a penny of my
own, and I have cut the silliest figure; and yet I mean to win you,
Julia. Look at me, if you can, and tell me no!"

She looked at him; and whatever her eyes may have told him, it is to be
supposed he took a pleasure in the message, for he read it a long while.

"And Uncle Ned will give us some money to go on upon in the meanwhile,"
he said at last.

"Well, I call that cool!" said a cheerful voice at his elbow.

Gideon and Julia sprang apart with wonderful alacrity; the latter
annoyed to observe that although they had never moved since they sat
down, they were now quite close together; both presenting faces of a
very heightened colour to the eyes of Mr. Edward Hugh Bloomfield. That
gentleman, coming up the river in his boat, had captured the truant
canoe, and divining what had happened, had thought to steal a march upon
Miss Hazeltine at her sketch. He had unexpectedly brought down two birds
with one stone; and as he looked upon the pair of flushed and
breath