I want an idea for Titania." LIONEL (joyously).--"My dear Vance, you are the best fellow in the world." VANCE.--"Small compliment to humankind! Take the oars: it is your turn now." Lionel obeyed; the boat once more danced along the tide--thoro' reeds,---thoro' waves, skirting the grassy islet--out into pale moonlight.

They talked but by fits and starts.

What of ?--a thousand things! Bright young hearts, eloquent young tongues! No sins in the past; hopes gleaming through the future.

O summer nights, on the glass of starry waves! O Youth, Youth!.