You are greatly mistaken, he has been in excellent society, and is going at once to a London living--curacy I mean, but it is all the same.' Miss Hall looked rather amazed at Freda.

A few hours before she had been lamenting the necessity of entertaining that 'stupid young Prothero.' 'Ith he really ?' said Miss Nugent.

'The London curateth are tho interething.

There ith one at Tht Jameth'th, with a pale face and black hair, and thuch a beautiful voice.

Ith Mr Prothero going to Tht Jameth'th ?' 'You shall ask him yourself; I daresay he will like you to seem interested.' 'Are you going to Tht Jameth'th, Mr Prothero ?' inquired Miss Nugent, when that young man entered the room shortly after.
'I beg your pardon, I do not quite understand what you mean.' 'Mith Gwynne thaid you were going to a London curacy; I thought it might be Tht Jameth'th.' 'I believe not.