Why, wasn't it you told me the story?
O no, it was Drummond.

Drummond knows her people, I think.' 'What story, eh ?' 'Why, she was to have married a Member of Parliament; what the deuce was his name?
Something that reminded me of a race-horse, I remember.

Was it Blair?
No--Athel! That's the name.' 'Why didn't it come off, then ?' 'Oh, the honourable member found somebody he liked better.' It was not the end of the conversation, but just then the conductor rose in his place and there was 'hushing.' Wilfrid returned at the same moment.

He noticed that Emily shivered as he put the covering on her shoulders.

When he was seated she looked at him so strangely that he asked her in a whisper what was the matter.