tayatS-.night,orratherthism,Iwasdangtilltwoo’clock.The—thregimeioheresiheriots;andtheofficersarethemostagreeablemenintheworld:theyputallouryoungknife-grindersandsertstoshame.”

    ItseemedtomethatMr.St.John’sunderlipprotruded,andhisupperlipcurledamoment.Hismouthcertainlylookedagooddealpressed,andthelowerpartofhisfausuallysternandsquare,asthelaughinggirlgavehimthisinformatioedhisgaze,too,fromthedaisies,andturonher.Anunsmiling,asearg,ameaninggazeitwas.Sheanswereditwithasedlaugh,andlaughterwellbecameheryouth,herroses,herdimples,herbrighteyes.

    Ashestood,muteandgrave,sheagaiocaressingCarlo.“PoorCarlolovesme,”saidshe.“Heisnotsternanddistanttohisfriends;andifhecouldspeak,hewouldnotbesilent.”

    Asshepattedthedog’shead,bendingwithnativegracebeforehisyoungandausteremaster,Isawaglowrisetothatmaster’sface.Isawhissolemwithsuddenfire,andflickerwithresistlessemotion.Flushedandkihus,helookednearlyasbeautifulforamanassheforawoman.Hischestheavedonce,asifhislargeheart,wearyofdespotistri,hadexpanded,despitethewill,andmadeavigorousboundfortheattaiofliberty.Buthecurbedit,Ithink,asaresoluteriderwouldcurbarearingsteed.Herespondedherbywordnormovementtothegentleadvancesmadehim.

    “Papasaysyouneveretoseeusnow,”tinuedMissOliver,lookingup.“YouarequiteastraValeHall.Heisalohisevening,andnotverywell:willyoureturnwithmeandvisithim?”

    “ItisnotaseasonablehourtointrudeonMr.Oliver,”answeredSt.John.

    “Notaseasonablehour!ButIdeclareitis.Itisjustthehourwhenpapamostwantspany:whenthewo