Mrs.Colwood saw the kindling of his eyes as they fell on the girl's morning freshness.

No sharpness in the voice now!--he was all eagerness to escort and serve his guests.
He led them to the breakfast-room, which seemed to be in an uproar, caused apparently by Bobbie Forbes and Lady Niton, who were talking at each other across the table.
"What is the matter ?" asked Diana, as she slipped into a place to which Sir James Chide smilingly invited her--between himself and Mr.Bobbie.
Sir James, making a pretence of shutting his ears against the din, replied that he believed Mr.Forbes was protesting against the tyranny of Lady Niton in obliging him to go to church.
"She never enters a place of worship herself, but she insists that her young men friends shall go .-- Mr.Bobbie is putting his foot down!" "Miss Mallory, let me get you some fish," said Forbes, turning to her with a flushed and determined countenance.

"I have now vindicated the rights of man, and am ready to attend--if you will allow me--to the wants of woman.

Fish ?--or bacon ?" Diana made her choice, and the young man supplied her; then bristling with victory, and surrounded by samples of whatever food the breakfast-table afforded, he sat down to his own meal.

"No!" he said, with energy, addressing Diana.