out Mr. Douglas coming out to see about Marjorie's
fortune. As I suppose he will want to see her and her mother, will
you please bring him up yourself, and arrange to give us a long
visit. Marjorie Thomas says there are many new flowers out, and
that she and my little ones have hardly touched the creek since you
left us.

With kind regards,
Your very sincere friend,
HONORIA CARRUTHERS.

Coristine came home jaded on Wednesday evening. The day had been hot,
and in the absence of all the other principals, the work had been heavy.
He had interested himself, also, in lady typewriters since his return,
and had compelled some to take a much-needed holiday. Four unopened
letters from Bridesdale were in his pocket, which he had saved for after
dinner. At that meal, the young men of Mrs. Marsh's grown-up family
rallied him on his lack of appetite and general depression. He had not
made a pun for four days running, a thing unprecedented. Dinner over, he
slipped away to his rooms, lit a pipe, and read the letters, the
contents of two of which, three including the Squire's formal one, are
already known. Another, in a fine clerkly hand, was from Mr. Errol.

_My Dear Mr. Coristine_,--A thousand thanks for the bonny pipe,
which I fear you must have missed. I shall take great care of it as
a memorial of pleasant, though exciting, days. I wish you were here
to help Perrowne and me at our cricket and golf, and to have a
little chat now and then on practical theology. My ministerial
friend is that infatuated with Miss Halbert (they are engaged, you
know) I can get very little out of him. Mrs. Carmichael sends her
kind regards. Her daughter Marjorie is looking pale and lifeless, I
do trust the dear lassie is not going like her poor father. We all
love to hear her sing, but she has got that Garden of Gethsemane
poem of his set to music. It is very beautiful but far too sad for
her young life. I have been visiting your friend Mr. Wilkinson,
pastorally, and am just delighted with him. He is a man of a very
fine mind and most devout spirit. Miss Cecile and he will suit one
another admirably. Colonel Morton is wearying for your society, and
so is the good old grandfather. If it will not be putting you to
too much trouble, will you ask your