Your woman told me this morning that you were not well, else"-- "A migraine," she answered, in her clear, low voice.

"I am better now, and my father desired me to take the air with him." "We return to Westover to-morrow," said that sprightly gentleman.

"Evelyn is like David of old, and pines for water from the spring at home.

It also appears that the many houses and thronged streets of this town weary her, who, poor child, is used to an Arcady called London! When will you come to us at Westover, Marmaduke ?" "I cannot tell," Haward answered.

"I must first put my own house in order, so that I may in my turn entertain my friends." As he spoke he moved aside, so as to include in the company MacLean, who stood beside the table.