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LADY CHARLOTTE'S TRIUMPH.
One of the days of sovereign splendour in England was riding down the heavens, and drawing the royal mantle of the gold-fringed shadows over plain and wavy turf, blue water and woods of the country round Steignton.

A white mansion shone to a length of oblong lake that held the sun-ball suffused in mild yellow.
'There's the place,' Lady Charlotte said to Weyburn, as they had view of it at a turn of the park.

She said to herself--where I was born and bred! and her sight gloated momentarily on the house and side avenues, a great plane standing to the right of the house, the sparkle of a little river running near; all the scenes she knew, all young and lively.
She sprang on her seat for a horse beneath her, and said, 'But this is healthy excitement,' as in reply to her London physician's remonstrances.

'And there's my brother Rowsley, talking to one of the keepers,' she cried.