"Vance, you are cruel!" It was his turn to console the painter, as the painter had three nights before _a propos_ of the same Mr.Darrell consoled him.

Vance gradually sobered down, and the young men walked forth in the moonlight.
And the eternal stars had the same kind looks for Vance as they had vouchsafed to Lionel.
"When do you start ?" asked the painter, as they mounted the stairs to bed.
"To-morrow evening.

I miss the early train, for I must call first and take leave of Sophy.

I hope I may see her again in after life." "And I hope, for your sake, that if so, she may not be in the same coloured print, with Lady Selina Vipont's eyeglass upon her!" "What!" said Lionel, laughing; "is Lady Selina Vipont so formidably rude ?" "Rude! nobody is rude in that delightful set.

Lady Selina Vipont is excruciatingly--civil.".