er Marjorie nor I could have so disgraced ourselves. Did you not
see the school-girls behind us? I was ashamed of my sex."

"When you write Corry for me, you must give him a talking to for that."

"Very well; where was I, oh, yes, 'Tuesday morning.'"

I send a few lines by post. If there is anything in the world I can
do for you, Wilks, let me know. If my presence can help you at all,
I'll run up at a moment's warning. Love to all at Bridesdale. Sorry
I made an ass of myself running away. Mail closes and must stop.

Your affectionate friend,
EUGENE CORISTINE.

P.S.--Tell Errol to keep that pipe as a memorial of a poor deluded
wretch who had hoped one day to call him by the paternal name.
Fancy having the good minister for a step father-in-law! No such
luck, as Toner would say. Adieu E.C.

"Is she fond of him, Cecile?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Is it not a pity, when they think so much of one another, that a mere
trifle should keep them apart, perhaps for ever?"

"Yes it is, but I am not sorry for Marjorie. Kind heart and all, she
ought to have had more sense and more forbearance than to have openly
preferred that selfish creature, Mr. Lamb, to your warm-hearted friend."

"Corry is the soul of honour and generosity, Cecile, in spite of his
hideous taste in language."

"That is a mere eccentricity, and does not affect his sterling
qualities. I shall make it my duty to speak to Marjorie again. Good
night, Farquhar dear!"

"Good night, Cecile, my darling, my guardian angel, as Corry rightly
says."

Miss Tryphena Hill was reading Sylvanus' letter in the kitchen, first to
herself. It ran as follows:--

_A Board_ THE SUSAN THOMAS
Friday noon.

_My ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Tryphena_,--U sed my spelins
was caple of beterment so I got the tittle out of a song buk in the
cars and wrot it down in the end lefe of the litel testymint you
giv me wile the capen and the nusboy was int lukin on. How duz it
tak yor i. The capen he brung Mrs. T long for a sale. I see Mr.
Corstoene in the cars lukin poekit lik wat is the mater of him. He
wooden cum long on the skuner. Giv my luv to Tryphosa and Timotheus
i can get there names all rite out of the testym