now, and, the first thing we know, you will be in Parliament.  If not, I may say White is going out of the firm, and Woodruff and I had resolved on Tylor, Woodruff and Coristine for the new style.  Your servant, Miss Carmichael!  I congratulate my friend and partner on a friend and prospective partner, in life as well as law, so infinitely superior, and I trust you will allow an oldish man to congratulate you on being won by as fine a young fellow as ever lived.”  When the good Q.C. left the room, the patient remarked:  “Everybody shows me so much kindness, now, Marjorie, when I have all I want in yours.”

“Is it kindness, Eugene, only kindness?”

“No, no, it is love, Marjorie, isn’t it, undying love?  Would you think me very foolish if I were to go back for once to Wilks’ and my habit of reciting all sorts of poetry?”

“I could not stand all sorts, Eugene.  There are some that Marjorie quotes which are simply awful.  She says she gets them from Guff.”

“Oh, this isn’t that kind.  It is Greek, Modern Greek:—­

     O Erot’ antherotate,
     Glyke kai hilarotate,
       Tou kosmou kybernete. 
     Esen ho nous, to soma mou,
     To stethos, kai to stoma mou,
        Latreuei kai keryttei.”

“That is very pretty, Eugene, for love in a general kind of way—­love in the aibstrac’, as the metaphysical Scotch girl said.”

“What!  Marjorie, you know Greek!”

“Yes; my father taught me to read the Greek Testament, and I have read some of it with Mr. Errol.”

“Oh, you are a treasure!  But I mean your love, and my mind and body, heart and voice.”

“That will do, you silly boy.  Now lie down, and do not excite yourself any more.”  But she said in her heart that she did not believe Mr. Wilkinson could quote Greek, and, if he did, Cecile, she was sure, could not understand him.

One evening, by general agreement, a committee of the whole sat in the office, the Squire in the chair.  The chairman jocularly asked the colonel, as the senior of the meeting, his intentions.  “My intentions, Misteh Chaihman, or ratheh ouah intentions, those of my deah Tehesa and me, are to be mahhied heah, if you will pehmit, by Misteh Pehhowne, whom we also wish to unite in holy matymony ouah daughteh Cecile to ouah deah boy Fahquhah.  Also, with yoah pehmission, we will place Timotheus and Tryphosa, when mahhied, in chahge of Tillycot and Cecile’s fahm heah; and will then jouhney westwahd to the Mississippi, and so southwahd, to show ouah deah childyen theih futuhe inhehitance, and save Misteh Wilkinson’s ahm the rigouhs of yoah Canadian winteh.  That is all, Misteh Chaihman, three weddings, a meeah tyifle, suh.”  The colonel laughed, took a little imaginary Bourbon, and whiffed his cigar, while Mrs. Du Plessis, her daughter, and the dominie blushed, but also smiled, to think that explanations had been frankly made and the coast was clear.  “I suppose,” said the Squire, “it will be