I was much relieved at this peaceable ending to our interview.

Now he was gone I could scarcely believe that I had ventured on a joke with the formidable Mr.Hamilton, a joke which he had taken in excellent part.

I began to feel less in awe of him: he certainly knew how to shake hands heartily, and I could recapitulate Lady Betty's criticism on myself and apply it to him, for when Mr.Hamilton smiled he looked quite a different man,--years younger, and much better looking.

Well, I was glad that he had such a good opinion of my common sense.
My hands were likely to be full of business until after Christmas.

Mrs.
Marshall was growing gradually weaker, and Mr.Hamilton was doubtful whether she would last to see the New Year in.