Mr.Somerset, not withstanding your erroneous opinions on important matters, I speak to you as a friend, and I tell you that she has never in her secret heart forgiven that sermon of mine, in which I likened her to the church at Laodicea.

I admit the words were harsh, but I was doing my duty, and if the case arose to-morrow I would do it again.

Her displeasure is a deep grief to me; but I serve One greater than she....

You, of course, are invited to this dinner ?' 'I have heard nothing of it,' murmured the young man.
Their paths diverged; and when Somerset reached the hotel he was informed that somebody was waiting to see him.
'Man or woman ?' he asked.
The landlady, who always liked to reply in person to Somerset's inquiries, apparently thinking him, by virtue of his drawing implements and liberality of payment, a possible lord of Burleigh, came forward and said it was certainly not a woman, but whether man or boy she could not say.

'His name is Mr.Dare,' she added.
'O--that youth,' he said.
Somerset went upstairs, along the passage, down two steps, round the angle, and so on to the rooms reserved for him in this rambling edifice of stage-coach memories, where he found Dare waiting.