"Well, don't I know good Wiltshires when I see them ?" "Quite true," replied her uncle solemnly; "and therefore, men." "Uncle, you're very nearly rude." "I apologise," replied her uncle hastily.

"But now, Bessie, my dear girl, seriously, as to this case, you must understand that I cannot interfere.

The Bank--hem--the Bank is a great National--" Miss Bessie saw that the Guards were being called upon.

She hastened to bring up her reserves.

"I know, Uncle, I know! I wouldn't for the world say a word against the Bank, but you see the case against the lad is at least doubtful." "I was going on to observe," resumed her uncle, judicially, "that the Bank--" "Don't misunderstand me, Uncle," cried his niece, realising that she had reached a moment of crisis.