What a queer menage you must be at the Abbey now! You and the Star who has risen from the ocean--she ought to have been called Venus--tete-a-tete, and the, I gather, rather feeble and uninteresting old gentleman in bed upstairs.

I should like to see you when you didn't know.

Why don't you invent a machine to enable people at a distance to see as well as to hear each other?
It would be very popular and bring Society to utter wreck.

Does the Northern star--she is Danish, isn't she ?--make good coffee, and how, oh! how does she get on with the cook ?" Morris put down the letter and laughed aloud.

Mary was as amusing as ever, and he longed to see her again, especially as he was convinced that she was really bored out there at Beaulieu, with Mr.Porson sick, and his father very much occupied with his own affairs.