I don't blame her for it any more than I blame her for a love of radishes, which make me ill; it is not as if she had no wholesome tastes.

On the contrary, I commend her.

Now, Willoughby, it seems, has found the public appetite so great for these thought-saving boluses of knowledge--unpleasant drugs, as it were, put up into gelatine capsules--that he needs assistance.

He has asked Judith to devil for him, and I have to-day persuaded her to accept his offer.

It will be an excellent thing for the dear woman.