me no more lip about Serlizer and old man Newcome, but jist you tell ’em I’ve waushed the bilin’ of ’em clear off’n my hands fer a gayul as Serlizer ain’t a patch on.”  Then Mr. Pawkins amused himself asking Tryphosa if it was Maguffin or Timotheus was her young man, giving as his private opinion that the nigger was the smarter man of the two.  When Tryphena playfully ordered him out of the house, he expressed intense sorrow for Sylvanus’ future, but was glad to hear he was getting a present rest, paddling his mud barge round the Simcoe pond.  Mr. Pawkins was offensively personal, but kept the table lively, and parted with them, regretting that, having left his catechism at home, he was unable to favour his dear children with a little much-needed religious instruction.  The door was slammed behind him, and Mr. Rigby remarked with animation:  “Very properly done, Miss Hill, a very timely rebuke of unpardonable American insolence!”

When evening came, the Squire and Mrs. Carmichael mastered courage, and took Coristine’s pale-faced nurse away from him with gentle force, the mother taking the daughter’s place for a time.  After this, Miss Carmichael was allowed no night duty, Wilkinson and the Squire, the clergymen, Mr. Terry, and Mr. Douglas attending to it in turns, while all the ladies, in the same way, relieved her during part of each day.  Very slowly, but silently and patiently, the invalid regained his lost strength.  He was grateful, sometimes with a few words of thanks, but oftener mutely, with a deprecating look, to all who ministered to his comfort.  One day Marjorie was allowed in, and, among other wise remarks, informed her Eugene that “cousin Marjorie wasn’t you know what any more.”  “My little love,” he answered, “she’s an angel, and always was”; Marjorie was not at all sure of this, but did not like to cross a sick man.  During his progress towards health, there were walks and drives, picnics to Tillycot and the Beaver River, expeditions to town, fishing expeditions with Mr. Bigglethorpe, for whom the lawyer had brought a bundle of new flies, which in his anxious state of mind he had forgotten to deliver, and a four days’ trip on the Susan Thomas, which pleased Miss Graves and Mr. Douglas immensely.  Only two days were actually spent on the water, but, as Tryphena was there in the capacity of cook, and a coloured lady of Maguffin’s acquaintance was temporarily engaged for Mrs. Du Plessis, the crew and the manservant were in the seventh heaven of delight.  Marjorie, of course, was present, and shared the command of the schooner with her father.  She also attached herself a good deal to Jim, and, although resenting the attentions he bestowed upon the big girl, carefully abstained from porcine epithets, a result of Eugene’s epistolary instructions.  The great Mr. Tylor came up to Bridesdale in person to see his junior, and was duly informed of the engagement between him and the heiress, Miss Carmichael, “Ah, Coristine, my dear fellow, we shall be losing you for the law,