ts of fortune, as ure!  ion of ts presided over h, I wonder?)

    “I so teacimes,” s  you noay at S-.  nigill t are stationed ts; and t agreeable men in t all our young knife-grinders and scissor mercs to shame.”

    It seemed to me t Mr. St. Joruded, and . ainly looked a good deal compressed, and t of ern and square, as tion. ed oo, from turned it on  er well became  eyes.

    As ood, mute and grave, so caressing Carlo. “Poor Carlo loves me,” said s stern and distant to  be silent.”

    As sted tive grace before ere master, I sao t master’s face. I saless emotion. Flusiful for a man as s , ic constriction, e ttainment of liberty. But , I te rider eed.  to tle advances made him.

    “Papa says you never come to see us noinued Miss Oliver, looking up. “You are quite a stranger at Vale  very urn  him?”

    “It is not a seasonable o intrude on Mr. Oliver,” ans. John.

    “Not a seasonable  I declare it is. It is just t s company: wo occupy us  by a reply of her own.

    “I forgot!” siful curled  less! Do excuse me. It  you o be indisposed for joining in my cter. Diana and Mary  you, and Moor  up, and you are so lonely. I am sure I pity you. Do come and see papa.”

    “Not to-nig to-night.”

    Mr. St. Jo like an automaton:  it cost o refuse.

    “ell, if you are so obstinate, I  stay any longer: to fall. Good evening!”

    S  touc. “Good evening!” ed, in a voice lo in a moment returned.

    “Are you ion: his face was blanched as her gown.