The knitting here went on more decidedly, more quickly.

"But I do not yet see the person.

No! 'T is a pity, Allen Fenwick" (whenever Mrs.Poyntz called me by my Christian name, she always assumed her majestic motherly manner),--"a pity that, with your birth, energies, perseverance, talents, and, let me add, your advantages of manner and person,--a pity that you did not choose a career that might achieve higher fortunes and louder fame than the most brilliant success can give to a provincial physician.

But in that very choice you interest me.

My choice has been much thesame,--a small circle, but the first in it.