He's a low, vulgar adventurer.' 'Dear Harry,' said Juliana, softly; 'don't bring your aunts with you when you come to see me.' 'Well, then I'll tell you, Juley.

It's enough that he's a beastly tailor.' 'Quite enough,' she responded; 'and he is neither a fool nor a scoundrel.' Harry's memory for his own speech was not quick.

When Juliana's calm glance at him called it up, he jumped from his chair, crying: 'Upon my honour, I'll tell you what, Juley! If I had money to pay him to-morrow, I'd insult him on the spot.' Juliana meditated, and said: 'Then all your friends must wish you to continue poor.' This girl had once been on her knees to him.

She had looked up to him with admiring love, and he had given her a crumb or so occasionally, thinking her something of a fool, and more of a pest; but now he could not say a word to her without being baffled in an elderly-sisterly tone exasperating him so far that he positively wished to marry her, and coming to the point, offered himself with downright sincerity, and was rejected.

Harry left in a passion.