I would rather have a daughter in Bakewell churchyard than a wilful, stubborn, disobedient huzzy in Haddon Hall." [Illustration] Sir George had been drinking, and my slip concerning the gift passed unnoticed by him.
"I am sure you well know how to proceed in this matter, but don't be too cautious, Malcolm; the best woman living loves to be stormed." "Trust me," I answered, "I shall speak--" and my words unconsciously sank away to thought, as thought often, and inconveniently at times, grows into words.
"Dorothy, Dorothy," said the thoughts again and again, "where came you by the golden heart ?" and "where learned you so villanously to lie ?" "From love," was the response, whispered by the sighing winds.

"From love, that makes men and women like unto gods and teaches them the tricks of devils." "From love," murmured the dry rustling leaves and the rugged trees.

"From love," sighed the fleecy clouds as they floated in the sweet restful azure of the vaulted sky.

"From love," cried the mighty sun as he poured his light and heat upon the eager world to give it life.

I would not give a fig for a woman, however, who would not lie herself black in the face for the sake of her lover, and I am glad that it is a virtue few women lack.