Oh! you know I am to sail next week, and we have never been here and, now we are both of an age to communicate our thoughts to each other I supposed that is there must be a beginning of all things, and it is as well to commence now, as any other time. You do not seem more than half a sister, in the company of strangers like the Mertons, and Hardinges!" "Strangers, Miles!

'Come to me, my boy, when you have got ten thousand pounds of your own, and we will see about it, he used to say; and Hughie looked very glum in those days, and had to go to Laura for consolation. One morning, as he was on his way to Holland Park, where the Mertons lived, he dropped in to see a great friend of his, Alan Trevor. Trevor was a painter. Indeed, few people escape that nowadays.

They complain bitterly of your desertion, and say you were, at first, the enfant de la maison." "So you like the Mertons? The clergyman is sensible, but commonplace." "A very agreeable man, despite your cynical definition, and plays a very fair rubber. But Vargrave is a first-rate player." "Vargrave is there still?" "Yes, he breakfasts with us to-morrow, he invited himself." "Humph!"

I had been a little nervous on the subject of the Mertons, in connection with the Clawbonny table, I will confess; and great was my delight when I found the breakfast going off so well.

It is true that, when in parliament some years before, the politics of Maltravers had differed from those of Lord Raby and his set. But Maltravers had of late taken no share in politics, had uttered no political opinions, was intimate with the electioneering Mertons, was supposed to be a discontented man, and politicians believe in no discontent that is not political.

Colwood only said: "I suppose she would not have come over if things had not been very bad." "Why didn't she give me some warning?" cried Diana "instead of talking about French lessons! But am I bound do you think I am bound? to give the Mertons a thousand pounds? I know papa got tired of giving them money. I wonder if it's right!" She frowned. Her voice was a little stern. Her eyes flashed. Mrs.

To the Mertons, Lumley spoke with good-natured praise of Caroline; she was so much admired; she was the beauty at Knaresdean. A certain young friend of his, Lord Doltimore, was evidently smitten. The parents thought much over the ideas conjured up by that last sentence. One morning, the garrulous Mrs.

Rupert did retire, taking my note for $20,000 with him. I made no effort to detain him, nor was I sorry to hear he had returned to the rectory to pass the night, whither his sister went with him. The next day he proceeded to New York, without sending me any message, retaining the note however; and, a day or two later, I heard of him on his way to the springs to rejoin the party of the Mertons.

I saw Grace, and Lucy, and Rupert, and good Mr. Hardinge, every day; but I could not find time to call on the Mertons, until near the close of a week. I then paid them a visit, and found them glad to see me, but not at all in want of my attentions to make them comfortable.

A significant glance from Lucy bade me not to interfere, and I hid sufficient self-command to obey. I turned to look at the neighbouring sloop, and found at once an explanation of my sister's agitation. The Mertons and Rupert were on her quarter-deck, and so near as to render it impossible to avoid speaking, at least to the former.