rouges: mais, rouges comme des cerises!”

    “I am , Adèle, ooping!” S on sketc on thinking.

    I ened to drive from my mind teful notion I ing Grace Poole; it disgusted me. I compared myself . Bessie Leaven e a lady; and srutter ty, because I er s.

    “Evening approacoer’s voice or step in to-day; but surely I s: I feared ting in t, because expectation  it is groient.”

    ually closed, and o go and play in t keenly desire it. I listened for to ring beloened for Leaimes I er’s oread, and I turned to ting it to open and admit ; darkness only came in till it  late; en sent for me at seven and eig  but six. Surely I s be o- nigo say to ed again to introduce t of Grace Poole, and to  ed to ask  empt; and if so,  little mattered ated urns; it inct aled me from going too far; beyond tion I never ventured; on treme brink I liked o try my skill. Retaining every minute form of respect, every propriety of my station, I could still meet   fear or uneasy restraint; ted both him and me.

    A tread creaked on tairs at last. Lea it o intimate t tea  least to go doairs; for t brougo Mr. Rocer’s presence.

    “You must  your tea,” said te so little at dinner. I am afraid,” sinued, “you are not o-day: you look flushed and feverish.”

    “Oe  better.”

    “t prove it by evincing a good appetite; eapot ed ask, so drao kept up, by  of daylig deepening into total obscurity.

    “It is fair to-nig starliger he whole, had a favourable day for his journey.”

    “Jour