CHAPTER XVI.
WOULD IT BE WELL WITH MY HUSBAND?
It was on their way back from this little dinner-party that Mr.
Courtland confessed to Ella Linton that he had come to think of her dearest friend as a most charming and original girl; she had never once referred to his achievements in New Guinea, nor had she asked him to write his name in her birthday book.

Yes, she was not as other girls.
"I'm so delighted to hear you say so much," said Ella.

"Oh, Bertie! why not make yourself happy with a sweet girl such as she, and give no more thought to such absurdities as you have been indulging in?
Believe me, you don't know so well as I do in what direction your happiness lies." "I don't know anything about happiness," said he.

"I don't seem to care much, either.

When I made up my mind to find the meteor-bird, don't you suppose that there were many people who told me that, even if it was found, it was quite unlikely that it would be more succulent eating than a Dorking chicken?
I'm sure they were right.