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"My dear Maryllia," said Mrs. Courtenay, reproachfully "You are really VERY odd! I have myself seen you playing Bridge, Sunday after Sunday at your aunt's house in London. Why should you now suddenly object to your friends doing what you have so often done yourself?" Maryllia flushed a pretty rose-red. "In my aunt's house I had to do as my aunt wished, Mrs.

Because if you don't mind my saying so she has really nothing for Time to write upon!" His tone was eminently good-natured, and Maryllia glancing at his smiling face laughed gaily. "You are very wicked, Mr. Walden," she said mirthfully "In fact, you are a quiz, and you shouldn't be a quiz and a clergyman both together. Oh, by the way!

Spruce's powers of intelligence, she was conscious enough that there would be something sweet and strong lost out of the world, which nothing could replace, were the message of Christ withdrawn from it. The perplexity of her thoughts was reflected on her countenance and Maryllia, watching her, smiled a little sadly. "You mustn't think I don't believe in God, Spruce," she said slowly "I do!

I do assure ye, Passon, I've never seen such things in all my life! Miss Maryllia must be mortal extravagant, for there's enough in one o' them boxes to feed the whole village of St. Best for several years. Ah! Passon, I do assure ye, I've thought of Scripter many a time this mornin'; 'Whose adornin' let it be the adornin' of a meek and quiet spirit, which is a hornament and no mistake!"

"Don't you?" and she smiled upon him blandly "Surely you wouldn't expect me to be married in any church but yours, or by any clergyman but you?" "Oh, I see!" And Maryllia mentally commented 'So do I! while he heaved a sigh unconsciously, but whether of relief or pain it was impossible to tell. Looking up, he met her eyes, so deep and blue, so strangely compassionate and tender!

Spruce, with the usual regulation 'dip' of respectful submission to her mistress was about to withdraw, when Maryllia called her back and handed over to her care the wicker basket full of visiting-cards. "Put them all by," she said "When Cicely comes we'll go through them carefully together, and discuss what to eat, drink and avoid.

It was the merest trifle that Sir Morton Pippitt should have brought his 'distinguished guests, including Marius Longford, to see John Walden's church and also have taken him to visit Maryllia in her own home; it was equally trifling that Longford, improving on the knightly Bone-Melter's acquaintance, should have chosen to import Lord Roxmouth into the neighbourhood through the convenient precincts of Badsworth Hall; it was a trifle that Maryllia should have actually believed in the good faith of two women who had formerly entertained her at their own houses and whose hospitality she was anxious to return; and it was a trifle that John Walden should, so to speak, have made a conventionally social 'slip' in his protest against smoking women; but there the trifles stopped.

Lord Roxmouth essayed to be witty and conversational, but received so little encouragement in his sallies from Maryllia, that he had to content himself with Lady Wicketts, whom he found a terrible bore. Sir Morton Pippitt, eating heartily of everything, was gradually becoming purple in the face and somnolent under the influence of wine and food, Mrs.

John Walden. Yes!-he called two or three days ago when I was out." Mrs. Spruce sniffed a sniff of meaning, but said nothing. "I've not been to church yet"-went on Maryllia medi-tatively. "I dare say he thinks me quite a dreadful person. But I hate going to church,-it's so stupid-so boresome-and oh!-such a waste of time!" Mrs. Spruce still held her peace.

"But Miss Vancourt," interrupted Mrs. Keeley, who had been listening to her friend's flow of language in silent wonder, "She don't eat an' drink like that, do she?" "Miss Maryllia, bless 'er 'art, sits at her table like a little queen," said Mrs. Spruce, with emotion "Primmins sez she don't eat scarce nothin', and don't say much neither.

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