“Oe a lady, Miss Jane! I kne on ice you or not. ted to ask you. he Eyres?”

    “Never in my life.”

    “ell, you knoe despicable: and t I believe try as to Gatesed to see you; Missis said you  scy miles off; ed, for  stay: o a foreign country, and to sail from London in a day or tleman, and I believe her.”

    “ foreign country was o, Bessie?”

    “An island tler did tell me—”

    “Madeira?” I suggested.

    “Yes, t is it—t is the very word.”

    “So ?”

    “Yes;  stay many minutes in terradesman.’ My Robert believes .”

    “Very likely,” I returned; “or per to a wine- merc.”

    Bessie and I conversed about old times an o leave me: I sa morning at Loed finally at t Arms t e o meet to take o Gatesed to bear me to neies and a nee.