ciliating the commoner sort of friendships. He was used to say what he thought, to do what he chose, to go where he liked, heeding nobody. Nevertheless, with all his heart and soul he loved and followed the good, the pure, the generous; and if, as he rides, he contemptuously touches with his dog-whip a trifle of wicked wives, bad servants, dull parsons, hypocritical mercy-mongers, and zoilistical critics, no doubt they richly deserve it.

Dymsfold Manor.

P. Q.