My observation leads me to think it is far better for families to dwell apart, in unity.

They seldom get along comfortably together." Then Ethel related many pleasant, piquant scenes between the two families at Monk-Rawdon, and especially that one in which the room of the first Tyrrel had been opened and his likeness restored to its place in the family gallery.

It touched the old lady to tears, and she murmured, "Poor lad! Poor lad! I wonder if he knows! I wonder if he knows!" The crucial point of Ethel's revelations had not yet been revealed, but Madam was now in a gentle mood, and Ethel took the opportunity to introduce her to Tyrrel Rawdon.

She was expecting and waiting for this topic, but stubbornly refused to give Ethel any help toward bringing it forward.

At last, the girl felt a little anger at her pretended indifference, and said, "I suppose Fred Mostyn told you about Mr.Tyrrel Rawdon, of California ?" "Tyrrel Rawdon, of California! Pray, who may he be ?" "The son of Colonel Rawdon, of the United States Army." "Oh, to be sure! Well, what of him ?" "I am going to marry him." "I shall see about that." "We were coming here together to see you, but before we left the steamer he got a telegram urging him to go at once to his father, who is very ill." "I have not asked him to come and see me.