At any rate it was in those years I saw her daughter just cease to be a child--the little girl who was to be transformed by time into the so different person with whom we dined to-night.

That comes back to me when I hear you speak of the growing up, in turn, of that person's own daughter." "I follow you with a sympathy--!" Vanderbank replied.

"The situation's reproduced." "Ah partly--not altogether.

The things that are unlike--well, are so VERY unlike." Mr.Longdon for a moment, on this, fixed his companion with eyes that betrayed one of the restless little jumps of his mind.

"I told you just now that there's something I seem to make out in you." "Yes, that was meant for better things ?"--Vanderbank frankly took him up.