I must begin at the beginning, and go regularly through, as the author wishes his readers to do." "And perhaps, when you get to the end," said Miss Annie, "you'll find that the wrong man got her, and then you'll wish you had not read the story." "As you appear to be satisfied with this novel," said Lawrence, "I wish you would read it to me, and then I would feel that I was not taking an uncourteous precedence of you." "I'll read it to you," said she, "or, at least, as much as you want me to, for I feel quite sure that after you get interested in it, you will want to take it, yourself, and read straight on till it is finished, instead of waiting for some one to come and give you a chapter or two at a time.

That would be the way with me, I know." "I shall be delighted to have you read to me," said Lawrence.

"When can you begin ?" "Now," she said, "if you choose.

But perhaps you wish to write." "Not at this moment," said Lawrence, turning from the table.
"Unfortunately I have plenty of leisure.

Where will you sit ?" And he reached out his hand for a chair.
"Oh, I don't want a chair," said Annie, taking her seat on the broad door-step.