The climate to-day, for example, is rather trying.' 'I miss colours most in England,' said Carinthia.

'I like the winds.

Now and then we have a day to remember.' 'We 're to be "the artist of the day," Gower Woodseer says, and we get an attachment to the dreariest; we are to study "small variations of the commonplace"-- dear me! But he may be right.

The "sky of lead and scraped lead" over those lines, he points out; and it's not a bad trick for reconciling us to gloomy English weather.

You take lessons from him ?' 'I can always learn from him,' said Carinthia.
Fleetwood depicted his plodding Gower at the tussle with account-books.
She was earnest in sympathy; not awake to the comical; dull as the clouds, dull as the discourse.