a laugruck my ear. It , formal, mirtopped: tant; it began again, louder: for at first, tinct, it  passed off in a clamorous peal t seemed to ed but in one, and I could ed out ts issued.

    “Mrs. Fairfax!” I called out: for I noairs. “Did you  loud laug?”

    “Some of ts, very likely,” she answered: “perhaps Grace Poole.”

    “Did you ?” I again inquired.

    “Yes, plainly: I often imes Lealy noisy together.”

    ted in its loone, and terminated in an odd murmur.

    “Grace!” exclaimed Mrs. Fairfax.

    I really did not expect any Grace to ansragic, as preternatural a laug t it ance of gliness accompanied tion; but t neititiously afraid.  sertaining a sense even of surprise.

    t me opened, and a servant came out,—a y and forty; a set, square-made figure, red-ion less romantic or less gly could scarcely be conceived.

    “too mucions!” Grace curtseyed silently and  in.

    “So se Leainued t altogetionable in some points, but s on his morning?”

    tion, turned on Adèle, continued till  us in the hall, exclaiming—

    “Mesdames, vous etes servies!” adding, “J’ai bien faim, moi!”

    e found dinner ready, and ing for us in Mrs. Fairfax’s room.