Indeed, the laughter became her person so well that her opinion of its gracefulness was often shared by others; and it even entered into her uncle's course of thought at this moment, that it was no wonder a boy should be fascinated by this young witch--who, however, was more mischievous than could be desired.
"How can you laugh at broken bones, child ?" said Mrs.Davilow, still under her dominant anxiety.

"I wish we had never allowed you to have the horse.

You will see that we were wrong," she added, looking with a grave nod at Mr.Gascoigne--"at least I was, to encourage her in asking for it." "Yes, seriously, Gwendolen," said Mr.Gascoigne, in a judicious tone of rational advice to a person understood to be altogether rational, "I strongly recommend you--I shall ask you to oblige me so far--not to repeat your adventure of to-day.

Lord Brackenshaw is very kind, but I feel sure that he would concur with me in what I say.

To be spoken of as 'the young lady who hunts' by way of exception, would give a tone to the language about you which I am sure you would not like.