If you had ever been to London, Miss Gueldmar, you would understand how difficult it is to make people even smile,--and when they do, the smile is not a very natural one." "Why ?" she exclaimed.

"Are they all so miserable ?" "They pretend to be, if they're not," said Lorimer; "it is the fashion there to find fault with everything and everybody." "That is so," said Gueldmar thoughtfully.

"I visited London once and thought I was in hell.

Nothing but rows of hard, hideously built houses, long streets, and dirty alleys, and the people had weary faces all, as though Nature had refused to bless them.

A pitiful city,--doubly pitiful to the eyes of a man like myself, whose life has been passed among fjords and mountains such as these.