being in his profession, it may be honestly stated that he was wounded in his feelings, though he said no, and insisted on the distinction.  Once a day his walk for constitutional exercise compelled him to pass before Lady Camper’s windows, which were not bashfully withdrawn, as he said humorously of Douro Lodge, in the seclusion of half-pay, but bowed out imperiously, militarily, like a generalissimo on horseback, and had full command of the road and levels up to the swelling park-foliage.  He went by at a smart stride, with a delicate depression of his upright bearing, as though hastening to greet a friend in view, whose hand was getting ready for the shake.  This much would have been observed by a housemaid; and considering his fine figure and the peculiar shining silveriness of his hair, the acceleration of his gait was noticeable.  When he drove by, the pony’s right ear was flicked, to the extreme indignation of a mettlesome little animal.  It ensued in consequence that the General was borne flying under the eyes of Lady Camper, and such pace displeasing him, he reduced it invariably at a step or two beyond the corner of her grounds.

But neither he nor his daughter Elizabeth attached importance to so trivial a circumstance.  The General punctiliously avoided glancing at the windows during the passage past them, whether in his wild career or on foot.  Elizabeth took a side-shot, as one looks at a wayside tree.  Their speech concerning Lady Camper was an exchange of commonplaces over her loneliness:  and this condition of hers was the more perplexing to General Ople on his hearing from his daughter that the lady was very fine-looking, and not so very old, as he had fancied eccentric ladies must be.  The rector’s account of her, too, excited the mind.  She had informed him bluntly, that she now and then went to church to save appearances, but was not a church-goer, finding it impossible to support the length of the service; might, however, be reckoned in subscriptions for all the charities, and left her pew open to poor people, and none but the poor.  She had travelled over Europe, and knew the East.  Sketches in watercolours of the scenes she had visited adorned her walls, and a pair of pistols, that she had found useful, she affirmed, lay on the writing-desk in her drawing-room.  General Ople gathered from the rector that she had a great contempt for men:  yet it was curiously varied with lamentations over the weakness of women.  ’Really she cannot possibly be an example of that,’ said the General, thinking of the pistols.

Now, we learn from those who have studied women on the chess-board, and know what ebony or ivory will do along particular lines, or hopping, that men much talked about will take possession of their thoughts; and certainly the fact may be accepted for one of their moves.  But the whole fabric of our knowledge of them, which we are taught to build on this originally acute perception, is shattered when we hear, that it