e world, got
seats in Parliament, purchased places in the country, and were greatly
respected. Mr. Hedges came out, but his wealthy partner, Mr. M'Gaspey,
entered into the B. B. C. The entry of Mr. M'Gaspey into the affairs of
the Companyt did not seem to produce very great excitement in England.
The shares slowly fell. However, there was a prodigious indigo crop. The
London manager was in perfect good-humour. In spite of this and that,
of defections, of unpleasantries, of unfavourable whispers, and doubtful
friends--Thomas Newcome kept his head high, and his face was always kind
and smiling, except when certain family enemies were mentioned, and he
frowned like Jove in anger.

We have seen how very fond little Rosey was of her mamma, of her uncle,
James Binnie, and now of her papa, as she affectionately styled Thomas
Newcome. This affection, I am sure, the two gentlemen returned with all
their hearts, and but that they were much too generous and simple-minded
to entertain such a feeling. It may be wondered that the two good old
boys were not a little jealous of one another. Howbeit it does
not appear that they entertained such a feeling; at least it never
interrupted the kindly friendship between them, and Clive was regarded
in the light of a son by both of them, and each contented himself with
his moiety of the smiling little girl's affection.

As long as they were with her, the truth is, little Mrs. Clive was very
fond of people, very docile, obedient, easily pleased, brisk, kind, and
good-humoured. She charmed her two old friends with little songs, little
smiles,--little kind offices, little caresses; and having administered
Thomas Newcome's cigar to him in the daintiest, prettiest way, she would
trip off to drive with James Binnie, or sit at his dinner, if he was
indisposed, and be as gay, neat-handed, watchful, and attentive a child
as any old gentleman could desire.

She did not seem to be very sorry to part with mamma, a want of feeling
which that lady bitterly deplored in her subsequent conversation with
her friends about Mrs. Clive Newcome. Possibly there were reasons why
Rosey should not be very much vexed at quitting mamma; but surely she
might have dropped a little tear as she took leave of kind, good old
James Binnie. Not she. The gentleman's voice faltered, but hers did
not in the least. She kissed him on the face, all smiles, blushes, and
happiness, and tripped into the railway carriage with her husban