"-- I see the piano open.

Or are you one of those worshipers of work, who put music in the morning in the same category with looking on the wine when it is red ?" "Theoretically, no; but practically, yes," answered Faber, "-- at least for to-day.

I shouldn't like poor Widow Mullens to lie listening to the sound of that old water-wheel, till it took up its parable against the faithlessness of men in general, and the doctor in particular.

I can't do her much good, poor old soul, but I can at least make her fancy herself of consequence enough not to be forgotten." The curate frowned a little--thoughtfully--but said nothing, and followed his visitor to the door.

When he returned, he said, "I wonder what it is in that man that won't let him believe!" "Perhaps he will yet, some day," said Juliet, softly.
"He will; he must," answered the curate.