grey holiday-suit, was really proud of her companionship, not more for her external attractiveness than for her sympathetic words and ways. That complete mutual understanding, in which every glance and movement was as effectual as speech for conveying intelligence between them, made them almost the two parts of a single whole.

The pair with their charge passed through the turnstiles, Arabella and her husband not far behind them. When inside the enclosure the publican's wife could see that the two ahead began to take trouble with the youngster, pointing out and explaining the many objects of interest, alive and dead; and a passing sadness would touch their faces at their every failure to disturb his indifference.

`How she sticks to him!' said Arabella. `Oh no - I fancy they are not married, or they wouldn't be so much to one another as that.... I wonder!'

`But I thought you said he did marry her?'

`I heard he was going to - that's all, going to make another attempt, after putting it off once or twice.... As far as they themselves are concerned they are the only two in the show. I should be ashamed of making myself so silly if I were he!'

`I don't see as how there's anything remarkable in their behaviour. I should never have noticed their being in love, if you hadn't said so.'

`You never see anything,' she rejoined. Nevertheless Cartlett's view of the lovers' or married pair's conduct was undoubtedly that of the general crowd, whose attention seemed to be in no way attracted by what Arabella's sharpened vision discerned.

`He's charmed by her as if she were some fairy!' continued Arabella. `See how he looks round at her, and lets his eyes rest on her. I am inclined to think that she don't care for him quite so much as he does for her. She's not a particular warm-hearted creature to my thinking, though she cares for him pretty middling much - as much as she's able to; and he could make her heart ache a bit if he liked to try - which he's too simple to do. There - now they are going across to the cart-horse sheds. Come along.'

`I don't want to see the cart-horses. It is no business of ours to follow these two. If we have come to see the show let us see it in our own way, as they do in theirs.'

`Well - suppose we agree to meet somewhere in an hour's time - say at that refreshment tent over there, and go about independent? Then you can look at what you choose to, and so can I.'

Cartlett was not loath to agree to this, and they parted - he proceeding to the shed where malting processes were being exhibited, and Arabella in the direction taken by Jude and Sue. Before, however, she had regained their wake a laughing face met her own, and she was confronted by Anny, the friend of her girlhood.

Anny had burst out in hearty laughter at the mere fact of the chance encounter. `I am still living down there,' she said, as soon as she was composed. `I am soon going to be married, but my intended couldn't come up here to-day. But there's lots of us come by excursion, though I've lost the rest of 'em for the present.'

`Have you met Jude and his young woman, or wife, or whatever she is? I saw 'em by now.'

`No. Not a glimpse of un for years!'

`Well, they are close by here somewhere. Yes - there they are - by that grey horse!'

`Oh, that's his present young woman - wife did you say? Has he married again?'