Merry days  too:  from t tillness, monotony, and solitude I s roof! All sad feelings seemed noions forgotten: t all day long. You could not noraverse ter t cenantless,  encountering a smart lady’s-maid or a dandy valet.

    tcler’s pantry, ts’ rance  void and still  into t inuous rain set in for some days, no damp seemed cast over enjoyment: indoor amusements only became more lively and varied, in consequence of top put to outdoor gaiety.

    I o do t evening a certainment  in my ignorance I did not understand term. ts ables e ter and tlemen directed terations, tairs ringing for to give information respecting tain orey ents, in tticoats, satin sacques, black modes, lace lappets, amp;c., he drawing-room.

    Meantime, Mr. Rocer ing certain of to be of y. “Miss Ingram is mine, of course,” said er’s bracelet, w loose.

    “ill you play?”  insist, urn quietly to my usual seat.

    ain: ty,  do of clemen, Mr. Eso propose t I so join t Lady Ingram instantly negatived tion.

    “No,” I oo stupid for any game of t.”

    Ere long a bell tinkled, and tain dreer e s: before able, lay open a large book; and at ood Amy Eser’s cloak, and ed on being one of y), bounded fortering round ents of a basket of floogetable. t; ook up tations be o recognise tomime of a marriage. At its termination, Colonel Dent and y consulted in es, t—

    “Bride!” Mr. Rocer boain fell.

    A considerable interval elapsed before it again rose. Its second rising displayed a more elabo