to the house; and though I must not neglect the other guests for her, or expect to engross much of her attention and conversation to myself alone, I anticipated an evening of no common enjoyment.

Mr Lawrence came too. He did not arrive till some time after the rest were assembled. I was curious to see how he would comport himself to Mrs Graham. A slight bow was all that passed between them on his entrance; and having politely greeted the other members of the company, he seated himself quite aloof from the young widow, between my mother and Rose.

`Did you ever see such art!' whispered Eliza, who was my near- est neighbour. `Would you not say they were perfect strangers?'

`Almost;--but what then?'

`What then!--why you can't pretend to be ignorant?'

`Ignorant of what?' demanded I, so sharply that she started and replied.--

`Oh, hush! don't speak so loud.'

`Well, tell me then,' I answered, in a lower tone; `what is it you mean? I hate enigmas.'

`Well, you know, I don't vouch for the truth of it--indeed, far from it--but haven't you heard--`

`I've heard nothing, except from you.'

`You must be wilfully deaf then; for anyone will tell you that--but I shall only anger you by repeating it, I see; so I had better hold my tongue.'

She closed her lips and folded her hands before her with an air of injured meekness.

`If you had wished not to anger me, you should have held your tongue from the beginning; or else spoken out plainly and honestly all you had to say.'

She turned aside her face, pulled out her handkerchief, rose, and went to the window, where she stood for some time, evidently dissolved in tears. I was astounded, provoked, ashamed--not so much of my harshness as for her childish weakness. However, no one seemed to notice her, and shortly after, we were summoned to the tea-table; in those parts it was customary to sit to the table at tea-time, on all occasions, and make a meal of it; for we dined early. On taking my seat, I had Rose on one side of me, and an empty chair on the other.

`May I sit by you?' said a soft voice at my elbow.

`If you like,' was the reply; and Eliza slipped into the vacant chair; then looking up in my face with a half sad, half playful smile, she whispered--

`You're so stern, Gilbert.'

I handed down her tea with a slightly contemptuous smile, and said nothing, for I had nothing to say.

`What have I done to offend you?' said she, more plaintively. `I wish I knew.'

`Come, take your tea, Eliza, and don't be foolish,' responded I, handing her the sugar and cream.

Just then, there arose a slight commotion on the other side of me, occasioned by Miss Wilson's coming to negotiate an exchange of seats with Rose.