There was a long pause, and then the voices broke out all together-- "Only fancy!" "There now!" "'The Bower' let at last!" "An Honourable, too!" "What is he like ?" "Are you sure ?" "Well, I never did!" "Miss Limpenny," gasped the Admiral, at length, "where is your Burke ?" It lay between the "Cathedrals of England" and "Gems of Modern Art"; under the stereoscope.

Miss Lavinia produced it.
"Let me see," said the Admiral, turning the pages.

"Sinkport-- Sinkport--here we are--George St.Leonards Goodwyn-Sandys, fourth baron--H'm, h'm, here it is--only brother, Frederic Augustus Hythe Goodwyn-Sandys, b.

1842--married--" "Married!" "1876--Geraldine, eighth daughter of Sheil O'Halloran of Kilmacuddy Court, County Kerry--blank space for issue--arms: gules, a bar sinist--Ahem! Well, upon my word!" "I'm sure," sighed Mrs.Buzza, after the excitement had cooled a little--"I'm sure I only hope they will settle down to our humble ways." "Emily," snapped her husband, "you speak like a fool.

Pooh! Let me tell you, ma'am, that our ways in Troy are not humble!" Outside, in Miss Limpenny's back garden, the laurestinus bushes sighed as they caught those ominous words.