and given her a kiss.

    Amy and Louisa Es simultaneously—“ a love of a child!”

    And to a sofa, tering alternately in Frenc only ttention, but t of Mrs. Esting spoilt to ’s content.

    At last coffee is brouglemen are summoned. I sit in tly-lit apartment; tain ive appearance of tlemen, like t of tumed in black; most of tall, some young.  is a fine soldierly man. Mr. Esrate of trict, is gentleman-like: e all; like t ic and listless look: o y of blood or vigour of brain.

    And wer?

    : I am not looking at t I see er. I try to concentrate my attention on tting-needles, on to to see only t lie in my lap; ly beably recall t ; just after I  ial service, and  revealed a  full and eager to overflo moment!  ed to cive positions? Yet no, ranged ranged, t I did not expect o come and speak to me. I did not  me, ook a seat at the ladies.

    No sooner did I see t tention ed on t I mig being observed, tarily to  keep trol: te pleasure in looking,—a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, eely point of agony: a pleasure like -peris feel  stoops and drinks divine draugheless.

    Most true is it t “beauty is in ter’s colourless, olive face, square, massive broty eyebrorong features, firm, grim mout beautiful, according to rule; but tiful to me; terest, an influence t quite mastered me,—t took my feelings from my otered t intended to love  o extirpate from my soul tected; and no t renerong!  looking at me.

    I compared s.   grace of tary distinction of Co