y
of looking at things.'"

Dolly could not help laughing.

"So that is my story," Mr. Shubrick concluded.

"And, oh, look at the light, look at the light!" said Dolly, jumping
up. "Where will mother think I and supper are!"

"She thinks probably that you are in Mr. Copley's room."

"No, she knows I am not; for she is sure to be there herself."

"Then I will go straight to them, while you bring up arrears with
supper."

"And Christina will marry Mr. St. Leger!" said Dolly, while she flushed
high at this suggestion. "Yet I am not surprised."

"Is it a good match?"

"The world would say so."

"_I_ am not," said Sandie, "according to the same judgment. I am not
rich, Dolly. By and by I will tell you all I have. But it is enough for
us to live upon comfortably."

Nobody had ever seen Dolly so shy and blushing and timid as she was
now, walking down the bank by Mr. Shubrick's side. It was a bit of the
same lovely manifestation which he had been enjoying for a day or two
with a little alloy. It was without alloy that he enjoyed it now.

CHAPTER XXXV.

WAYS AND MEANS.

As they entered the house, Dolly went downstairs and Mr. Shubrick up;
she trembling and in a maze, he with a glad, free step, and a
particularly bright face. Mrs. Copley was with her husband, as Dolly
had opined.

"Here's one of them," cried Mr. Copley as Sandie entered. "Where have
you been all this while? If you think I'll do to be left alone yet,
you're mistaken. Where have you been?"

"In what I believe is the park of Brierley--over there under the oaks."

"And where is Dolly, Mr. Shubrick?" Dolly's mother asked.

"I have just brought her home. She is downstairs."

"I sent her to take care of her father," said Mrs. Copley in a
dissatisfied tone.

"She informed me that Mr. Copley did not want her, and preferred me,"
said Mr. Shubrick.

"But you did not come?" said Mrs. Copley suspiciously.

He stood looking at her half a minute, with a slight smile upon his
face, the frank, pleasant smile which belonged to him; then he turned,
took a glass from the table and came to Mr. Copley's side to give him a
draught which was due. Next he lifted his patient by the shoulders a
little, to arrange the pillows behind him, and as he laid him back upon
them he said quietly--"Will you give your daughter to me, Mr. Copley?"

Mr. Copley looked, or stared rather, grumly enough at the speaker.

"That means, you have got her already!"

"Not witho