But I would rather you should publish your sermons in an independent volume, Mr.Barton; it would be so desirable to have them in that shape.

For instance, I could send a copy to the Dean of Radborough.

And there is Lord Blarney, whom I knew before he was chancellor.

I was a special favourite of his, and you can't think what sweet things he used to say to me.

I shall not resist the temptation to write to him one of these days _sans facon_, and tell him how he ought to dispose of the next vacant living in his gift.' Whether Jet the spaniel, being a much more knowing dog than was suspected, wished to express his disapproval of the Countess's last speech, as not accordant with his ideas of wisdom and veracity, I cannot say; but at this moment he jumped off her lap, and, turning his back upon her, placed one paw on the fender, and held the other up to warm, as if affecting to abstract himself from the current of conversation.
But now Mr.Bridmain brought out the chess-board, and Mr.Barton accepted his challenge to play a game, with immense satisfaction.