Sir Alured delighted in the privilege of sitting there, which seemed to confer upon him something of an insight into the inner ways of London life beyond what he could get at his hotel or his wigmaker's.

"Go to Dresden;--for the winter!" he exclaimed.
"Not only for the winter.

We should go at once." "Not before you come to Wharton!" said the amazed baronet.
Mr.Wharton replied in a low, sad voice, "In that case we should not go down to Herefordshire at all." The baronet looked hurt as well as unhappy.

"Yes, I know what you will say, and how kind you are." "It isn't kindness at all.

You always come.