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"Are you a good one, Miss Élisabet'?" said the naturalist, smiling at her.

"You must presume not!-after what you have heard," she answered with abundant haughtiness.

"It is one mark of a good engineer to be a match for his machinery," said Winthrop quietly.

It was said so coolly and simply that Elizabeth did not take offence. She stood, rather cooled down and thoughtful, still at the back of Mr. Herder's chair. Winthrop rose to take leave, and Mr. Haye repeated his invitation.

"I will venture so far as to say I will come if I can, sir." "I shall expect you," said the other, shaking his hand cordially.

Mr. Herder went with his friend. Mr. Haye soon himself followed, leaving the two ladies alone. Both sat down in silence at the table; Elizabeth with a book, Miss Cadwallader with her fancy work; but neither of them seemed very intent on what she was about. The work went on lazily, and the leaves of the book were not turned over.

"I wish I was Winthrop Landholm," said Rose at length. "Why?" said her cousin, after a sufficient time had marked her utter carelessness of what the meaning might have been. "I should have such a good chance."

"Of what?"-said Elizabeth dryly enough.

"Of a certain lady's favour, whose favour is not very easy to gain."

"You don't care much for my favour," said Elizabeth. "I should, if I were Winthrop Landholm."

"If you were he, you wouldn't get it, any more than you have now."

"O no. I mean, I wish I were he and not myself, you know." "You must think well enough of him. I am sure no possible inducement could make me wish myself Mr. Satterthwaite, for a


"I don't care for Mr. Satterthwaite," said Rose coolly. "But how Mr. Haye takes to him, don't he?"

"To whom?"

"Winthrop Landholm."

"I don't see how he shews it."

"Why, the way he was asking him to dinner."

"It is nothing very uncommon for Mr. Haye to ask people to dinner."

"No, but such a person."

"What'such a person ? "

"O, a farmer's boy. Mr. Haye wouldn't have done it once. But that's the way he always comes round to people when they get up in the world."

"This one hasn't got much up in the world yet."

"He is going to, you know. Mr. Herder says so; and President Darcy says there are not two such young men seen in half a century as he and his brother."

Elizabeth laid down her book and looked over at her companion, with an eye the other just met and turned away from. "Rose,-how dare you talk to me so!"

"So how?" said the other, pouting and reddening, but without lifting her face from her work.

"You know,-about my father. No matter what he does, if it were the worst thing in the world, your lips have no business to mention it to my ears."

"I wasn't saying anything bad," said Rose.

"Your notions of bad and good, and honourable and dishonourable, are very different from mine! If he did as you say, I should be bitterly ashamed."

"I don't see why."

"I will not have such things spoken of to me,-Rose, do you understand? What my father does, no human being has a right to comment upon to me; and none shall!"

"You think you may talk as you like to me," said Rose, between pouting and crying. "I was only laughing." "Laugh about something else."

"I wish Winthrop Landholm had been here."


"He'd have given you another speech about engineering." Elizabeth took her candle and book and marched out of the



One man has one way of talking, and another man has another, that's all the difference between them. GOOD-NATURED Man.

WINTHROP found he could go. So according to his promise he dressed himself, and was looking out a pockethandkerchief from the small store in his trunk, when the door opened.


"Ah!—you didn't expect to see me, did you?" said that gentleman, taking off his hat and coming in and closing the door with a face of great life and glee.--" Here I am, Governor!"

"What brought you here?" said his brother shaking his hand.

"What brought me here ?-why, the stage-coach, to be sure; except five miles, that I rode on horseback. What should bring me?"

"Something of the nature of a centrifugal force, I should judge."

Centrifugal-You are my centre, Governor,-don't you know that? I tend to you as naturally as the poor earth does to the sun. That's why I am here-I couldn't keep at a distance

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My dear sir, at that rate you are running to destruction." "No, no," said Rufus laughing,-"there's a certain degree of license in our moral planetary system-I'm going away again as soon as I am rightly refreshed with the communication of your light and warmth."

"Well," said Winthrop untying his neckcloth, "it would seem but courtesy in the sun to stand still to receive his visitorI'm very glad to see you, Will."

"What's the matter?"

"The sun was going out to dinner-that's all,—but you are a sufficient excuse for me."

"Going to dinner?—where?"

"No. 11, on the Parade."

“No. 11?—Mr. Haye's? were you? I'll go too. I won't hinder you."

"I am not sorry to be hindered," said Winthrop.

"But I am!—at least, I should be. We'll both go. soon, Governor?"



"I'll be ready," said Rufus,-" here's my valise-but my shirt ruffles, I fear, are in a state of impoverished elegance.— -I speak not in respect of one or two holes, of which they are the worse, -but solely in reference to the coercive power of narrow circumstances- -which nobody knows anything of that hasn't experienced it," said Rufus, looking up from his valise to his brother with an expression half earnest, half comical.

"You are not suffering under it at this moment," said Winthrop.


"Yes I am-in the form of my frills. Look there!————I'll you what I'll do I'll invoke the charities of my good friend, Mrs. Nettley. Is she down stairs?—I'll be back in a moment, Winthrop."

Down stairs, shirt in hand, went Rufus, and tapped at Mrs. Nettley's door. That is, the door of the room where she usually lived, a sort of better class kitchen, which held the place of what in houses of more pretension is called the 'back parlour.' Mrs. Nettley's own hand opened the door at his tap.

She was a strong contrast to her brother, with her rather small person and a face all the lines of which were like a cobweb set to catch every care that was flying; but woven by no malevolent spider; it was a very nest of kindliness and good-will.

"How d'ye do, Mrs. Nettley," said Rufus softly.

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Why Mr. Landholm !—are you there? Come in-how good it is to see you again! but I didn't expect it."

"Didn't expect to see me again?"

"No-O yes, of course, Mr. William," said Mrs. Nettley laughing," I expected to see you again; but not now-I didn't expect to see you when I opened the door."

"I had the advantage, for I did expect to see you."

"How do you do, Mr. Landholm?"

"Why, as well as a man can do, in want of a shirt," said Rufus comically.

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"You see, Mrs. Nettley," Rufus went on, "I have come all the way from North Lyttleton to dine with a friend and my brother here; and now I am come, I find that without your good offices I haven't a ruffle to ruffle myself withal; or in other words, I am afraid people would think I had packed myself bodily into my valise, and thereby conclude I was a smaller affair than they had thought me."

"Mr. Landholm !-how you do talk!-but can I do anything?"

"Why yes, ma'am,-or your irons can, if you have any hot." "O that's it!" exclaimed Mrs. Nettley as Rufus held out the crumpled frills, "It's to smooth them,-yes sir, my fire is all out a'most, but I can iron them in the oven. I'll do it directly

Mr. Landholm."

"Well," said Rufus with a quizzical face," any way-if you'll ensure them against damages, Mrs. Nettley-I don't understand all the possibilities of an oven."

"We are very glad to have your brother in your room, Mr. Landholm," the good lady went on, as she placed one of her irons in the oven's mouth, where a brilliant fire was at work.

"I should think you would, ma'am; he can fill it much better than I."

"Why Mr. Landholm !-I should think- -I shouldn't think, to look at you, that your brother would weigh much more than you-he's broader shouldered, something, but you're the tallest, I'm sure. But you didn't mean that."

"I won't dispute the palm of beauty with him, Mrs. Nettley, nor of ponderosity. I am willing he should exceed me in both."

"Why Mr. Landholm !-dear, I wish this iron would get hot; but there's no hurrying it;-I think it's the wood-I told George I think this wood does not give out the heat it ought to do. It makes it very extravagant wood. One has to burn so much more, and then it doesn't do the work-Why Mr. Landholm-you must have patience, sir-Your brother is excellent, every way, and he's very good looking, but you are the handsomest."

"Everybody don't think so," Rufus said, but with a play of lip and brow that was not on the whole unsatisfied. Mrs. Nettley's attention however was now fastened upon the frills. And then came in Mr. Inchbald; and they talked, a sort of whirlwind of talk, as his sister not unaptly described it; and then, the ruffles

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