Ah, Helen, Helen! it's hard to know women." "But his arms, papa ?" "Well, then, I wish to goodness you would allow me to skip that part of the subject--they are an awful length, Willy, I grant.

I allow the fact, it cannot be denied, they are of an awful length." "It will give him the greater advantage in over-reaching, papa." "Well, as to his arms, upon my soul Willy, I know no more what to do with them--" "Than he does himself, papa." "Just so, Helen; they hang about him like those of a skeleton on wires; but, on the other hand, he has a neck that always betokens true blood, long and thin like that of a racer.

Altogether he's a devilish interesting man, steady, prudent, and sober.

I never saw him drink a third glass of--" "In the meantime, papa," observed Helen, "in the enthusiasm of your description you are neglecting Mr.Reilly." Ah, love, love! in how many minute points can you make yourself understood! "By the great William, and so I am.

Come, Willy, help yourself"-- and he pushed the bottle towards him as he spoke.
And why, gentle reader, did Reilly fill his glass on that particular occasion until it became literally a brimmer?
We know--but if you are ignorant of it we simply beg you to remain so; and why, on putting the glass to his lips, did his large dark eyes rest upon her with that deep and melting glance?
Why, too, was that glance returned with the quickness of thought before her lids dropped, and the conscious blush suffused her face?
The solution of this we must also leave to your own ingenuity.
"Well," proceeded the squire, "steady, prudent, sober--of a fine old family, and with an estate of twelve thousand a year--what do you think of that, Willy?
Isn't she a fortunate girl ?" "Taking his virtues and very agreeable person into consideration, sir, I think so," replied Reilly in a tone of slight sarcasm, which was only calculated to reach one of his audience.
"You hear that, Helen--you hear what Mr.Reilly--what Willy-says.