His comrade's less athletic proportions—garb, too-both faces being carefully hidden-created, in Villiers, a sense of having already seen him. But when? or-yes! it was-it must have been -at the repulsive manse of Herbert's tenantwhere he had refuged from the hail-shower-near Sapperton.

"She's here again!-A brave girl!-God! the Blind men's' shall end it !"

Rejoined by the grisette, the trio retired. "What mean they?" asked Emile.

"I'm sphinxed, myself! But the girl's a pretty-so, I'll after, for that question on your behalf-and another on my own—' tu es moins léger que moi !'"

"Pshaw!" cried Villiers, "a very saint, St. Leger, might be irked at your willing prostitution of undeniable abilities

"The thing I've been panting-for

"Through long-past days, and vanished years'

that harmony of a 'notorious devil' with one having something of the angel yet-undefaced, which makes him so charming that I must love him, be he never so wicked!''

"If quotation determine," replied Villiers;

"exert but the resolve (you have the power) to be good, and, I pledge myself, there shall be ascribed

'To Berkeley every virtue under heaven!'"'

Well-thought-of! That's a nick. You stagger me. 'Sed revocare'-know you not, our world more admires continuance in splendid follies, than tergiversation into soap-haired and oblong-visaged soberness? You'd transmute me to a Methodist ?"

"I know, St. Leger, your talents, fortune, are such as-well-directed-must be useful to the community. I know, you cannot long survive the inseparable ravages of a desperate dissipation. I know"-cried he, waxing into generous heat"how void of care soever you seem, you have— you must have-underneath

-"My Lady Townley, en culottes !-'I doat upon Assemblies! my heart bounds at a Ball! and at an Opera-I expire! Then I love Play! Cards enchant me! and Dice-put me out of my little wits! dear, dear Hazard! Oh, what a flow of spirits it gives one! Do you never play at Hazard, child?""

Dissatisfied, he would have gone.

"Villiers!" cried St. Leger, gravely—" there's that I like in you, and therefore I'll speak plainly. Had we met earlier, I might have shaped my courses otherwise—perhaps designed for more than the recipient of empty fame, or indicator of fashionable excesses

Hopefully Villiers listened!

"But"-he continued, in a key manifestly regretful" but the fact is

Here, a blast eddying-under, and blowing the sheet from his grasp

"Pooh!" he cried-in total alteration to drollery" the fact is 'de gustibus non est disputandum !'"

No. 11.-Villiers "dares greatly.”

The die is cast!

BAILLIE.-Rayner.

Herbert had declined conveying a money-order from Dalyell-alleging that, Emile become his ward, he could connive at no infringement on his jurisdiction. Villiers' repugnance to this, however, and the need of funds, remotely impelled him to the grand communication-his hatred of deceit, primarily-a sentiment of filial regardand the supposition (his note to Grace unanswered) of unauthorised correspondence, being distasteful to Colonel Evrett or herself.

But, should Dalyell refuse to sanction it ?should he altogether deny consent?-should he repel even Clevedon and Herbert's interference? These were not within the category of possibilities -from himself asseverating a son's prerogative

of unbiased choice; from a parent's happiness being forwarded by his offspring's; from nonderogation in the Evretts-and Dalyell's superfluous opulence, if their patrimony was slender.

Wherefore, in applying for funds, not frankly expatiate on his love? Was it imprudently conceived, unequally shared, improperly offeredinfamy-that its profession should be shrunkfrom? "You might challenge his affection in any way, without fear of failure."

He did so.

And as he wrote, Grace and Dalyell, both, not dimly, though but in idea, rose before him; the sire, benignly, smiling-down on her—she, nobly, looking-up to him for-blessing! What an outflow of appreciating ardor did Villiers himself direct towards Grace-what a still-unwavering trust towards Dalyell! In the roll of feelings and events, the infuriable temper of Woodley's lord seemed an indistinctness and a thing obliterating the world, with its disturbers, faded for the while to nothing: Grace and he were the sole habitants of a Paradise, demanding, at a father's hands, the unprohibited fruit of Immortal Felicity.

All Villiers' birth-right-his sanguineness