I tell you, Jane, when she stands in the midst of them she is a sight worth looking at." Jane laughed scornfully, and Jane's husband continued with decided emotion, "Yes, indeed, when you see Mrs.Levy with her four sons you see a woman in her noblest attribute.

You see her as _the mother of men_." "What is Mr.Levy's business?
Who knows ?" "Everyone in Hatton knows that he is an importer of Spanish wines and fine tobaccos." "Oh! The ladies generally thought he was a money lender." "He may be--it is not unlikely." "Mrs.Swale said so." "I dare say Mrs.Swale's husband knows." "Well, John, the Levys cannot touch me.

The Harlows have been in Yorkshire before the Romans came and my family is not only old, it is noble, or John Hatton would not have married me." "John Hatton would have married you if you had been a beggar-maid.

There is no woman in the world to him, but his own sweet Jane." Then Jane took his hands and kissed them, and there was a few moments of most eloquent silence--a silence just touched with happy tears.
John spoke first.

"Jane, my darling," he said, "do you think a few months in the south would do you good?
If you could lie out in the warm breeze and the sunshine--if you were free of all these little social worries--if you took your mother with you--if you----" "John, my dear one, I have an invitation from Lady Harlow to spend a few weeks with her.