I think we shall have a beautiful walk." "I can't think how it is, Louis, that everybody is either so grave or rude when I speak of you.

What is the matter ?" "A mistake; and a sad one for me," said Louis, gravely.

"But don't say any thing about it, Alfred; they think I have been doing something very wrong; but all will come out some day." "I hope so," replied little Alfred; "I cannot think what you can have done wrong, Louis, you always seem so good." The child looked wistfully up in Louis' face as he spoke, and seemed to wait some explanation.
"That is because you do not know much about me, Alfred," replied Louis; "but in this one case I have not done wrong, I assure you." Alfred asked no more questions, though he looked more than once in the now sorrowful young face by him, as they sauntered along the wide downs.
"Here come Edward and Mr.Trevannion," said Alfred, turning round; "and there is Frank Digby, and Mr.Ferrers, too.

I think Edward is going to Bristol this afternoon." This intimation of the august approach of his majesty and court was hardly given when the young gentlemen passed Louis.

Hamilton, with Trevannion, as usual, leaning on his arm, and Frank Digby walking backwards before them, vainly endeavoring to support a failing argument with a flood of nonsense, a common custom with this young gentleman; and, by the way, we might recommend it as remarkably convenient at such times, to prevent the pain of a total discomfiture, it being more pleasant to slip quietly and unseen from your pedestal to some perfectly remote topic, than to allow yourself to be hurled roughly therefrom by the rude hand of a more sound and successful disputant.
"Enough, enough, Frank!" exclaimed Hamilton, laughing.