I carelessly turned to the window, and stood looking out upon the desolate garden, leaving her to talk to Rose for a minute or two; and then, telling my sister it was time to go, shook hands with the little gentleman, coolly bowed to the lady, and moved towards the door.

But, having bid adieu to Rose, Mrs.Graham presented her hand to me, saying, with a soft voice, and by no means a disagreeable smile,--'Let not the sun go down upon your wrath, Mr.
Markham.

I'm sorry I offended you by my abruptness.' When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one's anger, of course; so we parted good friends for once; and this time I squeezed her hand with a cordial, not a spiteful pressure..