"I mean to stop that little game.

I'm Ben Bolt, that's bad to beat." At last the tender of Mr.White was accepted, and as Mr.Bolt, experienced in the delays of builders, tied him tight as to time, he, on his part, made a prompt and stringent contract with Messrs.

Whitbread, the brickmakers, and began to dig the foundations.
All this Henry communicated to Grace, and was in high spirits over it, and then so was she.

He had a beautiful frame made for the little picture she had given him, and hung it up in his studio.

It became the presiding genius, and indeed the animating spirit, of his life.
Both to him and Grace the bright and hopeful period of their love had come at last.