And there we have the rub." "Dear me! how very unfortunate!" was all Aunt Charlotte could think of to remark.

"And can't you find the lady ?" "I thought I had found her once," said Mr Ogilvie.
Then he deliberately rose from his chair, brushed a few crumbs from his coat, and took a few steps up and down the room.

"Listen to me, dear friend," he began, in low, earnest tones.

"There was a time--far be it from me to take undue advantage of these reminiscences--when you and I were thrown considerably together.

At that time, that far-off, happy, and yet most tantalising time, I was bold enough to cherish certain aspirations." Here he took up his position behind a chair, resting his hands lightly on the back of it.