n to her lord; and the dipping it in ink was no acceleration of the process. A sentence, bearing likeness to an artless infant's trot of the half-dozen steps to mo

ngular injunctions binding her, regularly write, sees no way between hypocrisy and rebellion. F

arn the cause; a similar danger, or worse, haunted the wr

ld avoid, because she was unable to fill a page. It seemed that she could not compose a friendly few lines without letting her sex be felt in them. What she had put away from her, so as not to feel it h

han be guilty of doubl

the leap she d

ere no scheme of some other sort, and far less agreeable, to make amends for Steignton? She was shrewd at divination; she guessed her lord's design. Rather than meet Lady Charlotte, she proposed to herself the 'leap' immediately; knowing it

quences, Lord Ormont was kept from her by the struggle to master his Charlotte a second time-compared with which the first was insignificant. And this time it was curious: he could not subdue her physique, as h

mont, or leave her card, or take one step to warrant the woman in speaking of her as her sister-in-law. And no,-it did not signify that her brother Rowsley was prohibited by her from marrying whom he pleased. It meant, that to judge of his acts as those of a reasoning man, he would have introduced his wife to his relatives

for the enjoyment of having him with her hourly. Her dialectic, too, was cunning. Impetuous with meaning, she forced her way to get her meaning out, i

band, of the soul of chivalry Rowsley was, the loss to his country. Mr. Eglett was a witness to one of the altercations, when she, having as usual the dialectical advantage, praised her brother, to his face, for his magnanimous nature; regretting only that it could be said he was weak on the woman side of him-which

nce, proved he was a tricky combatant. It was he who had drawn on Charlotte, that he might have his opportunity to eulogize-'this lady, whom you continue to call the woman, after

d he gained his point; he silenced Lady Ch

let her see that the Countess of Ormont wa

t 's the soldier in him. It 's victory at any cost!-and I like him for it. Do you tell me you think it possible my brother Rowsley would keep smothered years under a bushel the woman he can sit here magnifying because he wants

ined. But he had

good for Aminta to have information of the war waging for her behoof, obtained her country address, with the resolve to drive down, a bearer of good news to the dear

urs. London was shaken by rumours of a tragic mishap to a socially well-known gentleman at the Chiallo fencing rooms. The rumours passing from mouth to mouth acquired, in the nature

s instantly planted in jungle when the spirits of the two men closest to her are made to stand opposed by a sudden excitement of her fears for the beloved one. She cannot see widely, and is one of the wild while the fit lasts; and, after it, that savage narrow vision she had of the unbeloved retains its vivid print in permanence. Was she unjust? Aminta cited corroborati

ut any pressure of hands, without a touch. They were, then, unplighted if now the grave divided them! No touch: mere glances! And she sighed not, as she pleaded, for the touch, but for the plighting it would have been. If now she had lost him, he could never tell herself that since the dear old

ar, she toned her exclamatory foolishness to question, in Reason's plain, deep, basso-profundo accompaniment

ng-proving that she was helpfuller than a Countess of Ormont, ranged with all the other countesses in china and Dresden on a drawing-room mantelpiece for show. She could organize, manage a household, manage people too, she thought: manage a husband? The word offends. Perhaps invigorate him, here and there perhaps inspire him, if he would

ndscape; these motionless garden flowers headed by the smooth white river, and her gentle little friend so homely here, the contemplation of herself was like a shriek in music. Worse than discordant, she pronounced herself inferior, unfit mentally as well as bodily for the dreams of companionship with any noble soul who might have the dream of turning her into something better. There are couples in the world, not coupled by priestly circumstance, who are close to t

so she fancied, the moment they were seen. She had, in fact, heard a noise in the boathouse while t

drove me down, and stopped his coach at the inn, and rowed me the half-mile up. We will

accid

s. Lawrence's eyes whether

delicate affinities with the rice-paper lady of

must be sorry

ho

?' Mrs. Lawrence dropped

a line from my lord this morning: no nam

imself if it had not been done for him. Adder saw him some days back in a brown consultation near h

r. Morsfield:

man covering a survival of the ancient British forest boar or bear, he was a picture in our modern set, and piquant. And he was devoted to our sex, we must admit, after the style of the bears. They a

ad?' Amin

point, Adder says, is his letting it be done by steel. He was a dead shot, dangerous with the small sword, as your Mr. Weyburn said, only soon off his head. But I used to be anxio

feminine in treating of a terrible matter, so that the dull red facts had to be disengaged

, preliminary ceremonies perfect; sa

t. I wasn't lucky enough to see the encounter: came in just when Chiallo was lashing his poll over Morsfield flat on the ground. He had it up to the hilt. We put a buttoned foil by the side of Morsfield, and all swore to secrecy. As it is, it 'll go badly against poor Chiallo. Taste for fencing won't be much improved by the aff

rmation of her husband's

id Mrs.

Adderwood explained. 'His wife was at

ot so very grea

e soldier

little catastrophes. But, Adder,

xious about him, for n

hook a doleful

such a servant. But the captain has not been known to fight without her sanction, and the inference is-'Alas! woe! Fair Amy is doomed to be the fighting captain's bride to the end of the chapter. Adder says she looked handsom

' Aminta's voi

g by Aminta's voice and face, one could suppose she was harking back, in wo

ssed to her. She was too convulsed by her many emotion

ophyte's botany-folios. The sight of her and her occupation struck Aminta as that of a person in

it be that the unhappy man and she were punished for the half-minute's acting of some interest

thinking her unfeminine. She should have known that the 'angelical chimpanzee,' as a friend, once told of his being a favourite with the lady, had called her, could not simulate a feeling, and had not the slightest power of pretence to compassion for an ill-fated p

ord Adderwood to a study of Selina Collett's botany-folios, which the urbanest of

lding on either side. Mr. Eglett, good man, is between them, catching it right and left; and he deserves his luck for marrying her. Vows she makes him the best of wives. If he 's content, I 've nothing to complain of. You must be ready to receive her; my lord i

he end comes,'

The couple and their waterman rowed away to the par

es, the river darkened the patch of wrinkles, the bor

them-actuated by a reflective moralty, she believed; and loathed herself for having aspired, schemed, to be a member of the class. But it was not the class, it was against her lord as representative of the class, that she was now the rebel, neither naming him nor imaging him. Her enveloping mind was black on him. Such as one of those hard slaughtering men

lessly conceived, undesired to clasp, Necessity's offspring. T

all this way and that, like hands of a delirious people in surges of wreck. She scorned the

aid Selina. 'I shall think of y

you h

d be honoured by your

r before the

travel dow

d in joy, saying, that down home she would not be s