Yes, Amos, the time has come for us to part.' "Hi! Marse Beverly,' said the old rascal, 'whar you gwine ?" "Capital!" ejaculated the judge softly.

"Capital!" And he added for Gabriella's ear: "Buffington tells the best negro stories of any man I know.

Ought to have heard him at the club the other night." Gabriella did not answer; Cousin Jimmy's story had made her think of Cousin Jimmy, with his soft heart and his dark shining eyes like the eyes of a good and gentle dog.

Then she thought of her mother, and reminded herself that she must ask George when they were to begin the hunt for an apartment.

He had said they were very hard to find when you wanted them.
Another hush fell, and Colonel Buffington was just beginning a second story--one of Uncle Meriweather's this time--when George came in from the drawing-room, and after a murmured apology, took his seat between Patty and Mrs.Hamilton.
"That's a handsome boy," said the judge in a husky whisper to Gabriella, "but he hasn't much to say for himself, has he ?" His manner of playful intimacy conveyed the impression that the secret understanding between them did not include Gabriella's husband.