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OF A YOUNG MAN WITH A GREY HEAD.
If I had any personal soreness on account of this family snub, it was a very passing emotion, and one which was soon effaced from my mind.
It chanced that on the very next day after the episode I had occasion to pass that way, and stopped to have another look at the obnoxious placard.

I was standing staring at it and wondering what could have induced our neighbours to take such an outrageous step, when I became suddenly aware of a sweet, girlish face which peeped out at me from between the bars of the gate, and of a white hand which eagerly beckoned me to approach.

As I advanced to her I saw that it was the same young lady whom I had seen in the carriage.
"Mr.West," she said, in a quick whisper, glancing from side to side as she spoke in a nervous, hasty manner, "I wish to apologise to you for the indignity to which you and your family were subjected yesterday.
My brother was in the avenue and saw it all, but he is powerless to interfere.

I assure you, Mr.West, that if that hateful thing," pointing up at the placard, "has given you any annoyance, it has given my brother and myself far more." "Why, Miss Heatherstone," said I, putting the matter off with a laugh, "Britain is a free country, and if a man chooses to warn off visitors from his premises there is no reason why he should not." "It is nothing less than brutal," she broke out, with a petulant stamp of the foot.