I've a notion Ely's engaged to some one at a distance, and will astonish all the ladies who are languishing for him here, by bringing home his bride one of these days.

Ely's a sly dog; he'll like that.' 'Did the Farquhars say anything about the singing last Sunday ?' 'Yes; Farquhar said he thought it was time there was some improvement in the choir.

But he was rather scandalized at my setting the tune of "Lydia." He says he's always hearing it as he passes the Independent meeting.' Here Mr.Barton laughed--he had a way of laughing at criticisms that other people thought damaging--and thereby showed the remainder of a set of teeth which, like the remnants of the Old Guard, were few in number, and very much the worse for wear.

'But,' he continued, 'Mrs.
Farquhar talked the most about Mr.Bridmain and the Countess.

She has taken up all the gossip about them, and wanted to convert me to her opinion, but I told her pretty strongly what I thought.' 'Dear me! why will people take so much pains to find out evil about others?
I have had a note from the Countess since you went, asking us to dine with them on Friday.' Here Mrs.Barton reached the note from the mantelpiece, and gave it to her husband.