d two or three years ago -- in which
you took so many objections, and the Chancellor allowed them
all, against Mr. Brick?"

"Ryle?"

"Yes! -- I believe that's the name."

"For a man called Jean Lessing?"

"I don't know anything about Lessing -- I think Ryle was the
other name --You were against Ryle."

"Lessing was Mr. Herder's brother-in-law."

"I don't remember Mr. Herder's brother-in-law -- though I
believe Mr. Herder _did_ have something to do with the case, or
some interest in it."

"How did you know anything about it?"

"You haven't answered me," said Elizabeth, laughing and
colouring brightly.

"One question is as good as another," said Winthrop smiling.

"But one answer is much better than another," said Elizabeth
in a little confusion.

"The suit against Ryle was very successful. I recovered for
him some ninety thousand dollars."

"Ninety thousand dollars!" -- Her thoughts took somewhat of a
wide circle and came back.

"The amount recovered is hardly a fair criterion of the skill
employed, in every instance. I must correct your judgment."

"I know more about it than that," said Elizabeth. "How far
your education has gone! -- and mine is only just beginning."

"I should be sorry to think mine was much more than beginning.
Now do you know we must go down? -- for I must be at Mountain
Spring to meet the stage-coach."

"How soon?" said Elizabeth springing up.

"There is time enough, but I want not to hurry you down the
hill."

He had put her sunbonnet on her head again and was retying it.

"Mr. Landholm --"

"You must not call me that," he said.

"Let me, till I can get courage to call you something else."

"How much courage does it want?"

"If you don't stop," said Elizabeth, her eyes filling with
tears, "I shall not be able to say one word of what I want to
say."

He stood still, holding the strings of her sunbonnet in either
hand. Elizabeth gathered breath, or courage, and went on.

"A little while ago I was grieving myself to think that you
did not know me -- now, I am very much ashamed to think that
you do." --

He did not move, nor she.

"I know I am not worthy to have you look at me. My only hope
is, that you will make me better."

The bonnet did not hide her face this time. He looked at it a
little, at the simplicity of ingenuous trouble which was
working in it, -- and then pushing the bonnet a little back,
kissed first one cheek and then the lips, which by that tim