"My dear old man," she said, as she led him into the warm drawing-room with all his wrappings still about him, "you must be starved." But Mark during the whole drive had been thinking too much of that transaction in Mr.Sowerby's bedroom to remember that the air was cold.

Now he had his arm round his own dear Fanny's waist; but was he to tell her of that transaction?
At any rate he would not do it now, while his two boys were in his arms, rubbing the moisture from his whiskers with their kisses.

After all, what is there equal to that coming home?
"And so Lufton is here.

I say, Frank, gently, old boy,"-- Frank was his eldest son--"you'll have baby into the fender." "Let me take baby; it's impossible to hold the two of them, they are so strong," said the proud mother.

"Oh, yes, he came home early yesterday." "Have you seen him ?" "He was here yesterday, with her ladyship; and I lunched there to-day.