"Oh, dear, how nice it would be, Samuel, if you lived with us!" Mrs.Linley laughed for the first time, poor soul, since the catastrophe which had broken up her home.

Mrs.Presty set a proper example.

She moved her chair so that she faced the lawyer, and said: "Now, Mr.Sarrazin!" He acknowledged that he understood what this meant, by a very unprofessional choice of words.

"We are in a mess," he began, "and the sooner we are out of it the better." "Only let me keep Kitty," Mrs.Linley declared, "and I'll do whatever you think right." "Stick to that, dear madam, when you have heard what I have to tell you--and I shall not have taken my journey in vain.

In the first place, may I look at the letter which I had the honor of forwarding some days since ?" Mrs.Presty gave him Herbert Linley's letter.