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The sailors, the negroes, the vermin, whom he meets in the street, how great and happy are all these discoveries! Liston no longer makes the happy poet frown; and "gin," "cokneys," and the "quaterly" have not the least effect upon him!

"Thank you, you are very good. But I think you have hardly a right to be critical. I should like to have some one's opinion who is really interested in the chapel. It was scarcely worth taking so much trouble to appear so the other day. You know what Liston said about the penny?

Sandy Liston had been leaning sorrowfully against the wall of the next house; he now broke out: "An auld shipmate at the whale-fishing!!! an' noow we'll never lift the dredging sang thegither again, in yon dirty detch that's droowned him; I maun hae whisky, an' forget it a'." He made for the spirit-shop like a madman; but ere he could reach the door a hand was laid on him like a vise.

"Of course," said Miss Liston, still intent on her novel, "I could " She stopped again, and looked apprehensively at me. My face, I believe, expressed nothing more than polite attention and friendly interest. "Of course," she began again, "the shallow girl his wife might might die, Mr. Wynne." "In novels," said I with a smile, "while there's death, there's hope."

All his friends knew that he was greatly attached to her. He also became acquainted with Miss Burrell afterwards Mrs. Gould but who, he says, "remained uncoined." Subsequently he was introduced to Liston and Elliston, each of whom received tokens of his liking. The first was the subject of an amusing fictitious biography.

"Then there's Rocket," the colonel had said, "Hugh cannot buy him back, and he's so bound up in him too, poor Hugh, poor all of us," and the colonel had wrung Alice's hand, hurrying off ere she had time to suggest what all along had been in her mind. "It does not matter," she thought. "A surprise will be quite as pleasant, and then Mr. Liston may object to it as a silly girl's fancy."

"And no one can ever prove anything contrary to that. No one except myself knows of of this doubt which you have stumbled upon. De Gemosac, Parson Marvin, Clubbe all of them are convinced that your father was the Dauphin." "And Miss Liston?" "Miriam Liston she also, of course. And I believe she knew it long before I told her." Barebone turned and looked at him squarely in the eyes.

She had hardly gone in when the wanderers came out of the shrubbery and rejoined me. Chillington wore his usual passive look, but Miss Liston's face was happy and radiant. Chillington passed on into the drawing room. Miss Liston lingered a moment by me. "Why, you look," said I, "as if you'd invented the finest scene ever written." She did not answer me directly, but stood looking up at the stars.

But in a corner of my study Jo Matthews and I put up some three-cornered shelves, on which I kept about a hundred books such as children like, and young people who are no longer children; and then, as I sat reading, writing, or stood fussing over my fuchsias or labelling the mineralogical specimens, there would come in one or another nice girl or boy, to borrow a "Rollo" or a "Franconia," or to see if Ellen Liston had returned "Amy Herbert."

At one end of the path, which was worn smooth by the Reverend Septimus Marvin's pensive foot, the gleam of a white dress betrayed the presence of his niece, Miriam Liston. "Ah, is that you?" asked the rector, holding out a limp hand. "Yes. I remember Sep was allowed to sit up till half-past eight in the hope that you might come round to see us. Well, Loo, and how are you? Yes yes."