Believe me, Mr.Barnet, I did not know it until yesterday, or I should have thanked you long and long ago!' 'I had offended you--just a trifle--at the time, I think ?' said Barnet, smiling, 'and it was best that you should not know.' 'Yes, yes,' she returned hastily.

'Don't allude to that; it is past and over, and we will let it be.

The house is finished almost, is it not?
How beautiful it will look when the evergreens are grown! Do you call the style Palladian, Mr.Barnet ?' 'I--really don't quite know what it is.

Yes, it must be Palladian, certainly.

But I'll ask Jones, the architect; for, to tell the truth, I had not thought much about the style: I had nothing to do with choosing it, I am sorry to say.' She would not let him harp on this gloomy refrain, and talked on bright matters till she said, producing a small roll of paper which he had noticed in her hand all the while, 'Mr.Downe wished me to bring you this revised drawing of the late Mrs.Downe's tomb, which the architect has just sent him.