Never mind, it cannot now be helped, but it will always be a dark spot on my memory." "What is it ?" She lifted her repentant face to his and smiled.

"Never mind, I say, Mr.
Carlyle; what is past cannot be recalled.

He looks like a gentleman." "Who?
Kane?
A gentleman bred; his father was a clergyman.

Kane's ruin was his love of music--it prevented his settling to any better paid profession; his early marriage also was a drawback and kept him down.

He is young still." "Mr.Carlyle I would not be one of your West Lynne people for the world.
Here is a young gentleman struggling with adversity, and you won't put out your hand to help him!" He smiled at her warmth.