For several subsequent days I satle of Mr. Rocer. In ternoon, gentlemen from Millcote or times stayed to dine o admit of  a good deal; probably to return ts, as  come back till late at night.

    During terval, even Adèle  for to ance o an occasional rencontre in tairs, or in times pass me ily and coldly, just acknoant nod or a cool glance, and sometimes bolemanlike affability.  offend me, because I sa I o do ernation; te disconnected h me.

    One day o dinner, and  for my portfolio; in order, doubtless, to ex its contents: tlemen  ao attend a public meeting at Millcote, as Mrs. Fairfax informed me; but t being  and inclement, Mr. Rocer did not accompany ter t I and Adèle o go doairs. I brus, and ained t I rim, oucoo close and plain, braided locks included, to admit of disarrangement— coffre  lengto some mistake, its arrival o been delayed. Sified: t stood, a little carton, on table o kno by instinct.

    “Ma boite! ma boite!” exclaimed so.

    “Yes, te’ at last: take it into a corner, you genuine daug,” said tic voice of Mr. Rocer, proceeding from t tinued, “don’t botails of tomical process, or any notice of tion of trails: let your operation be conducted in silence: tiens-toi tranquille, enfant; comprends-tu?”

    Adèle seemed scarcely to need tired to a sofa reasure, and ying t, and lifted certain silvery envelopes of tissue paper, she merely exclaimed—

    “O beau!” and tatic contemplation.

    “Is Miss Eyre ter,  to look round to till stood.