friends than when her brother was at home. To Morris Townsend, at least, it would have appeared that she made it singularly attractive. He was altogether her most frequent visitor, and Mrs Penniman was very fond of asking him to tea. He had his chair - a very easy one - at the fireside in the back parlor (when the great mahogany sliding doors, with silver knobs and hinges, which divided this apartment from its more formal neighbor, were closed), and he used to smoke cigars in the Doctor's study, where he often spent an hour in turning over the curious collections of its absent proprietor. He thought Mrs Penniman a goose, as we know; but he was no goose himself, and, as a young man of luxurious tastes and scanty resources, he found the house a perfect castle of indolence. It became for him a club with a single member. Mrs Penniman saw much less of her sister than while the Doctor was at home; for Mrs Almond had felt moved to tell her that she disapproved of her relations with Mr Townsend. She had no business to be so friendly to a young man of whom their brother thought so meanly, and Mrs Almond was surprised at her levity in foisting a most deplorable engagement upon Catherine.

'Deplorable!' cried Lavinia.' He will make her a lovely husband.'

'I don't believe in lovely husbands,' said Mrs Almond;' I only believe in good ones. If he marries her, and she comes into Austin's money, they may get on. He will be an idle, amiable, selfish, and, doubtless, tolerably good-natured fellow. But if she doesn't get the money, and he finds himself tied to her, Heaven have mercy on her! He will have none. He will hate her for his disappointment, and take his revenge; he will be pitiless and cruel. Woe betide poor Catherine! I recommend you to talk a little with his sister; it's a pity Catherine can't marry her!'

Mrs Penniman had no appetite whatever for conversation with Mrs Montgomery, whose acquaintance she made no trouble to cultivate; and the effect of this alarming forecast of her niece's destiny was to make her think it indeed a thousand pities that Mr Townsend's generous nature should be embittered. Bright enjoyment was his natural element, and how could he be comfortable if there should prove to be nothing to enjoy? It became a fixed idea with Mrs Penniman that he should yet enjoy her brother's fortune, on which she had acuteness enough to perceive that her own claim was small.

'If he doesn't leave it to Catherine, it certainly won't be to leave it to me,' she said.