"He ought to marry.

If he were married, that would all be cured;--don't you think so ?" "I cannot fancy him with a wife," said Phineas, "There is a savagery about him which would make him an uncomfortable companion for a woman." "But he would love his wife ?" "Yes, as he does his horses.

And he would treat her well,--as he does his horses.

But he expects every horse he has to do anything that any horse can do; and he would expect the same of his wife." Phineas had no idea how deep an injury he might be doing his friend by this description, nor did it once occur to him that his companion was thinking of herself as the possible wife of this Red Indian.

Miss Effingham rode on in silence for some distance, and then she said but one word more about Lord Chiltern.