It gave me something to write about, and I was determined to know where I stood--Well! the old Pharisee can go his way: I'll go mine." And with a spasmodic attempt to play the squire of Mellor on his native heath, Richard Boyce rose, drew his emaciated frame to its full height, and stood looking out drearily to his ancestral lawns--a picturesque and elegant figure, for all its weakness and pitiableness.
"I shall ask Mr.Aldous Raeburn about it, if I see him in the village to-day," said Marcella, quietly.
Her father started, and looked at her with some attention.
"What have you seen of Aldous Raeburn ?" he inquired.

"I remember hearing that you had come across him." "Certainly I have come across him.

I have met him once or twice at the Vicarage--and--oh! on one or two other occasions," said Marcella, carelessly.

"He has always made himself agreeable.

Mr.Harden says his grandfather is devoted to him, and will hardly ever let him go away from home.