lly boy! No other obstacles but those which always have
existed, and must. When we parted--that is, when you left us at Baden,
you knew it was for the best. You had your profession to follow,
and could not go on idling about--about a family of sick people and
children. Every man has his profession, and you yours, as you would have
it. We are so nearly allied that we may--we may like each other like
brother and sister almost. I don't know what Barnes would say if he
heard me! Wherever you and your father are, how can I ever think of
you but--but you know how? I always shall, always. There are certain
feelings we have which I hope never can change; though, if you please,
about them I intend never to speak any more. Neither you nor I can alter
our conditions, but must make the best of them. You shall be a fine
clever painter; and I,--who knows what will happen to me? I know what
is going to happen to-day; I am going to see papa and mamma, and be as
happy as I can till Monday morning."

"I know what I wish would happen now," said Clive,--they were going
screaming through a tunnel.

"What?" said the bonnet in the darkness: and the engine was roaring so
loudly, that he was obliged to put his head quite close to say--

"I wish the tunnel would fall in and close upon us, or that we might
travel on for ever and ever."

Here there was a great jar of the carriage, and the lady's-maid, and
I think Miss Ethel, gave a shriek. The lamp above was so dim that
the carriage was almost totally dark. No wonder the lady's-maid was
frightened! but the daylight came streaming in, and all poor Clive's
wishes of rolling and rolling on for ever were put an end to by the
implacable sun in a minute.

Ah, why was it the quick train? Suppose it had been the parliamentary
train?--even that too would have come to an end. They came and said,
"Tickets, please," and Clive held out the three of their party--his, and
Ethel's, and her maid's. I think for such a ride as that he was right
to give up Greenwich. Mr. Kuhn was in waiting with a carriage for Miss
Ethel. She shook hands with Clive, returning his pressure.

"I may come and see you?" he said.

"You may come and see mamma--yes."

"And where are you staying?"

"Bless my soul--they were staying at Miss Honeyman's!" Clive burst into
a laugh. Why, he was going there too! Of course Aunt Honeyman had no
room for him, her house being quite full with the other Newcomes.

It was a most curious coinc