He is Mr.Hill's agent; Frederick met him by chance, quite lately, when he was shooting at Hillsbro'." "Agent, is he ?" said I, mischievously.

"Then I should think he must at least know how to read and write.

Come, that is not so bad!" "You will get the worst of it, Grace," said Frederick Tyrrell, who was listening.

"Lucky fellow, Hollingford, to have such a champion!" So here I had better explain to you, my dears, that Captain Tyrrell was, even at this time, what old-fashioned people used to call a great _beau_ of mine; that he was fond of dangling about my skirts and picking up my fan.

Nothing more on this subject is necessary here.