"Dear me! how these good steady young men prosper in the world.

When last I heard from him he had prevailed upon the one perfect woman in the universe to consent to marry him, and his aunt (by-the-way, you will meet her there, too--Lady Mary Cunningham) had murmured something vague but gratifying about testamentary intentions.

A week later Providence fills his brimming cup with a legacy of jewels, estimated at----" Charles opened his light sleepy eyes wide and looked inquiringly at me.

"What are they estimated at ?" he asked, as I did not answer.
I really had no idea, but I shrugged my shoulders and looked wise.
"Estimated at a fabulous sum," he said, closing his eyes again.

"Ah! had they been mine, with what joyful alacrity should I have ascertained their exact money value.