Well, my love, by-bye for the present.

Don't quite wear out the carpet before I return." With the last sneer and a sweeping bow, the lady quitted the library.

As she closed the door, the house-bell rang violently.
"The devoted baronet, no doubt," she said to herself, with an unpleasant smile; "come to condole with his brother in affliction.

Poor old noodle! Truly, a fool of forty will never be wise! A fool of seventy, in his case." One of the tall footmen opened the door.

But it was not the stately baronet.