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till they are ripe for collision. There that are not content with one. You be writers would give the reader forget how poor Harrington would all the preliminary puffs of articu- miss your attentions. He would lated wind, and everybody would begin to appreciate them-when he say, “How clever! That is just had lost them.” the way girls really talk.” But I This stung, and Fanny turned leave the glory of photographing white and red by turns. “I denullities to the geniuses of the age, serve this," said she, "for wasting and run to the first words which advice on a coquet." could, without impiety, be called “ That is not true; I'm no dialogue.
coquet: and here I am, asking “Don't you think his conduct a your advice, and you only snub little mysterious ?” said Zoe, mal me.
You are a jealous, cross, dpropos of anything that had been unreasonable thing." said hitherto.
“Well, I'm not a hypocrite." “Well, yes; rather," said Fanny, “I never was called so before," with marked carelessness.
said Zoe, nobly and gently. “First, a sick friend; then a Then you
not found bleeding at the nose ; and now he out, that is all. You look so won't drive to the lake with us: simple and ingenuous, and blush arrears of correspondence? Pooh!” if a man says half a word to you ;
Now Fanny's suspicions were and all the time you are a greater deeper than Zoe's; she had ob- flirt than I am." served Severne keenly : but it was “Oh, Fanny !” screamed Zoe, not her cue to speak; she yawned, with horror. and said, “What does it matter ?.” It seems a repartee may be con
“Don't be unkind. It matters veyed in a scream ; for Fanny now to me."
lost her temper altogether. "Your “ Not it. You have another conduct with those two men is ready.”
abominable,” said she. “I won't “ What other? There is no one speak to you any more.” that I--Fanny."
“I beg you will not, in your “Oh, nonsense! The man is evi- present temper," said Zoe, with dently smitten, and you keep en- unaffected dignity, and rising like couraging him."
a Greek column. “No, I don't; I am barely civil. Fanny flounced out of the room. And don't be ill-natured. What Zoe sat down and sighed, and can I do?"
her glorious eyes were dimmed. “Why, be content with one at a Mystery — doubt -- and time."
quarrel. What a day! At her “It is very rude to talk so. Be
age, a little cloud seems to darken sides, I haven't got one, much less the whole sky. two. I begin to doubt him; and, Lord Uxmoor! you know I cannot Next morning the little party possibly care for him—an acquaint- met at breakfast. Lord Uxmoor, ance of yesterday."
anticipating a delightful day, was in “But you know all about him; high spirits, and he and Fanny that he is an excellent parti,” said kept up the ball. She had resolved, Fanny, with a provoking sneer. in the silent watches of the night,
This was not to be borne. to contest him with Zoe, and make
“Oh,” said Zoe, “I see! you every possible use of Severne, in want him for yourself. It is you the conflict.
Zoe was silent and distraite, and so drive Zoe and Uxmoor together ; did not even try to compete with and then Lord Uxmoor, at his her sparkling rival. But Lord present rate of amorous advance, Uxmoor's eyes often wandered from would probably lead Zoe to a dehis sprightly companion to Zoe, tached rock, and make her a serious and it was plain he longed for a declaration. This good, artful, word from her mouth.
girl, felt sure such a declaration, Fanny observed, bit her lip, and made a few months hence in tacked internally, "'bout ship,” as Barfordshire, would be accepted, the sailors say. Her game now, and herself left in the cold. Thereconceived in a moment, and at fore she resolved it should be made once put in execution, was to prematurely, and in Prussia, with encourage Uxmoor's attentions to Severne at hand, and so in all proZoe. She began by openly courting bability come to nothing. She Mr Severne, to make Zoe talk to Ux- even glimpsed a vista of consemoor, and also make him think that quences, and in that little avenue Severne and she were the lovers. discerned the figure of Fanny
Her intentions were to utilise Dover playing the part of consoler, the coming excursion ; she would friend, and ultimately spouse, to a attach herself to Harrington, and wealthy noble.
- If you
The letters were brought in: one
is brave and good of you.
We was to Vizard, from Herries, an- poor, emotional, cowardly girls nouncing a remittance; one to Lord should sit down and cry." Uxnioor. On reading it, he was “ You would not, Miss Vizard,” surprised into an exclamation, and said he, firmly, looking full at her. his face expressed great concern.
think you would, you don't “Oh!” said Zoe — “Harring- know yourself.” ton!”
Zoe coloured high, and was silent. Harrington's attention being thus Then Lord Uxmoor showed the drawn, he said, “No bad news, I true English gentleman. “I do hope ? "
hope," said he, earnestly, though Yes,” said Uxmoor, in a low in a somewhat broken voice, “that voice, “very bad. My oldest, you will not let this spoil the pleatruest, dearest friend has been we had planned together. seized with small-pox, and his life Harrington will be my deputy." is in danger. He has asked for “Well, I don't know," said Harme, poor fellow. This is from his rington, sympathisingly. Mr Sesister. I must start by the twelve verne remarked, “Such an occuro'clock train."
rence puts pleasure out of one's “Small-pox! why, it is contagi- head." This he said, with his eyes ous !” cried Fanny; "and so dis- on his plate, like one repeating a figuring !"
“ Vizard, I entreat you," “I can't help that,” said the said Uxmoor, almost vexed. “It honest fellow; and instantly rang will only make me more unhappy the bell for his servant, and gave if you don't.” the requisite orders.
« We will go," cried Zoe, earZoe, whose eye had never left nestly; "we promise to go.
What him all the time, said, softly, “It does it matter? We shall think of
you and your poor friend wherever He promised he would, and went we are. And I shall pray for him. away disappointed somehow at her But, ah! I know how little prayers last words. avail to avert these cruel bereave- When he was gone Severne went ments.” She was young, but old out on the balcony to smoke, and enough to have prayed hard for her Harrington held a council with the sick mother's life, and, like the rest young ladies. “Well now,” said of us, prayed in vain. At this he, “ about this trip to the lake.” remembrance the tears ran undis- “I shall not go, for one,” said guised down her cheeks.
Zoe, resolutely. The open sympathy of one so “La !” said Fanny, looking careyoung and beautiful, and withal fully away from her to Harrington; rather reserved, made Lord Uxmoor “and she was the one that insisted.' gulp; and, not to break down before Zoe ignored the speaker, and set them all, he blurted out that he her face stitfly towards Harrington. must go and pack : with this he “She only said that to him.” hurried away.
Fanny.--"But unfortunately ears He was unhappy. Besides the are not confined to the noble." calamity he dreaded, it was grievous Zoe.—“Nor tongues to the disto be torn away from a woman he creet.' loved at first sight, and just when Both these remarks were addressed she had come out so worthy of his pointedly to Harrington. love : she was a high-minded crea- “Hollo !” said he, looking from ture ;
she had been silent and one flaming girl to the other; "am reserved so long as the conversation I to be a shuttlecock? and your was trivial; but, when trouble came, discreet tongues the battledores? she was the one to speak to him What is up?" bravely and kindly. Well, what “ We don't speak,” said the must be, must. All this ran frank Zoe; “that is up." through his mind, and made him Why, what is the row ?” sigh ; but it never occurred to him “No matter” (stiffly). to shirk—to telegraph instead of “No great matter, I'll be bound. going—nor yet to value himself on "Toll, toll the bell.' Here goes one his self-denial.
more immortal friendship-quenchThey did not see him again till ed in eternal silence.” he was on the point of going, and Both ladies bridled. Neither then he took leave of them all, Zoe spoke. last. When he came to her, he “ And dead silence, as ladies ignored the others, except that he understand it, consists in speaking lowered his voice in speaking to her. at one another instead of to." “God bless you
your kindness, Miss Vizard. It is a little hard “ That is well-bred taciturnity." upon a fellow to have to run away
No answer. from such an acquaintance, just “The dignified reserve that diswhen I have been so fortunate as tinguishes an estrangement from a to make it."
squabble." “Oh, Lord Uxmoor," said Zoe,
No reply. innocently, “never mind that. "Well, I admire permanent senWhy, we live in the same county, timents, good or bad ; constant reand we are on the way home. All solves, &c. Your friendship has I think of is your poor friend; and not proved immortal ; so now let do please telegraph-to Harrington." us see how long you can hold spite
-SIEVES !” Then he affected to “Come, cuddle me quick !" start. “ What is this? I spy a
Zoe was all round her neck in a rational creature out on yonder bal- moment, like a lace scarf, and there cony. I hasten to join him. was violent kissing, with a tear or
Birds of a feather, you know; two. and with that he went out to his Then they put an arm round favourite, and never looked behind each other's waists, and went all him.
about the premises intertwined The young ladies, indignant at like snakes; and Zoe gave Fanny the contempt the big man bad pre- her cameo brooch, the one with the sumed to cast upon the constant pearls round it. soul of woman, turned two red faces and four sparkling eyes to The person to whom Vizard fled each other, with the instinctive from the tongue of beauty was a sympathy of the jointly injured; delightful talker: he read two or but, remembering in time, turned three newspapers every day, and sharply round again, and presented recollected the best things. Now napes, and so sat sullen.
it is not every body can remember
a thousand disconnected facts and By-and-by a chilling thought fell recall them apropos. He was variupon them both at the same mo- ous, fluent, and above ail superfiment of time. The men were good cial; and such are your best confriends as usual, safe, by sex, from versers; they have something good tiffs, and could do without them; and strictly ephemeral to say on and a dull day impended over the everything, and don't know enough hostile fair.
of anything to impale their hearers. Thereupon the ingenious Fanny In my youth there talked in Pall resolved to make a splash of some Mall a gentleman known as “Consort, and disturb stagnation. She versation Sharp." He eclipsed suddenly cried out, “ La ! and the everybody. Even Macaulay paled. man is gone away : so what is the Sharp talked all the blessed afteruse ?" This remark she was careful noon, and grave men listened ento level at bare space.
chanted ; and of all he said, noZoe, addressing the same person thing stuck. Where be now your --space, to wit—inquired of him if Sharpiana ? The learned may be anybody in his parts knew to whom compared to mines; these desultory this young lady was addressing her- charmers are more like the ornaself.
mental cottage near Staines, forty “ To a girl that is too sensible or fifty rooms, and the whole strucnot to see the folly of quarrelling ture one storey high. The mine about a man- —when he is gone," said teems with solid wealth; but you Fanny.
must grope and trouble to come to “If it is me you mean," said Zoe, it: it is easier and pleasanter to stiftly; “really I am surprised. run about the cottage with a lot of You forget we at daggers rooms all on the ground floor. drawn."
The mind and body both get “No, I don't, dear; and parted into habits—sometimes apart, somefor ever."
times in conjunction. Nowadays Zoe smiled at that against her we seat the body to work the inwill.
tellect, even in its lower form of “ Zoe!” (penitentially.)
mechanical labour: it is your clod « Frances !" (archly.)
that toddles about labouring. The
Peripatetics did not endure : their hundred pounds you promised to method was not suited to man's lend me !" microcosm. Bodily movements Vizard was startled by this sudfritter mental attention. We sit den turn of a conversation hitherto at the feet
of Gamaliel, or, as some agreeable. call him, Tyndall; and we sit to “Why, you have had three hunBacon and Adam Smith. But, dred and lost it," said he. “Now when we are standing or walking, take my advice, and don't lose any we love to take brains easy. If more." this delightful chatterbox had been “I don't mean to. But I am taken down shorthand and printed, determined to win back the three and Vizard had been set down to hundred, and a great deal more, beSeverni opuscula, 10 vols. — and, fore I leave this. I have discovered mind you, Severne had talked all a system, an infallible one." ten by this time—the Barfordshire I am sorry to hear it,” said Harsquire and old Oxonian would have rington, gravely. “That is the cried out for “more matter with second step on the road to ruin ; less words,” and perhaps have even the gambler with a system is the fled for relief to some shorter trea- confirmed maniac.” tise, Bacon's 'Essays,' Browne's “What! because other systems Religio Medici,' or Buckle's Civi- have been tried, and proved to be lisation. But lounging in a bal- false? Mine is untried, and it is cony, and lazily breathing a cloud, mere prejudice to condemn it unhe could have listened all day to heard." his desultory, delightful friend, “Propound it then," said Vizard. overflowing with little questions, “Only please observe the bank has little answers, little queries, little got its system-you forget that; and epigrams, little maxims à la Roche- the bank's system is to take a pofoucauld, little histories, little anec- sitive advantage, which must win dotes, little gossip, and little snap in the long-run ; therefore all counshots at every feather flying. ter-systems must lose in the long“Quicquid agunt homines, votum, timor,
“But the bank is tied to a longira, voluptas Gaudia, discursus, nostri farrago Severni.” run, the individual player is not."
This reply checked Vizard for a But, alas ! after an hour of touch- moment, and the other followed up and-go, of superficiality and soft his advantage. “Now, Vizard, be delight, the desultory charmer fell reasonable. What would the trifling on a subject he had studied. So advantage the bank derives from an then he bored his companion for incident which occurs only once in the first time in all the tour. twenty-eight deals, avail against a
But, to tell the honest truth, Mr player who could foresee at any Severne had hitherto been pleasing given deal whether the card that his friend with a cold blooded pur- was going to come up the nearest pose. His preliminary gossip, that thirty, would be on the red or made the time fly so agreeably, was black ?” intended to oil the way; to lubri- “No avail at all. God Almighty cate the passage of a premeditated could break the bank every afterpill. As soon as he had got Vizard noon. Après ? as we say in France. into perfect good-humour, he said, Do you pretend to omniscience ?” apropos of nothing that had passed, "Not exactly." “By the by, old fellow, that five “Well, but prescience of isolated