"You have been accustomed to live in the country; I am afraid London doesn't agree with you." He admitted that she might be right; still speaking absently, still thinking of the Divorce.

She laid the packet of letters and the poor relics of the old song-book on the table, and bent over him.

Tenderly, and a little timidly, she put her arm around his neck.

"Let us try some purer air," she suggested; "the seaside might do you good.

Don't you think so ?" "I daresay, my dear.