DALE.--"It is astonishing how little one feels poverty when one loves.

Charles and I were very poor once,--before the squire--" Mrs.
Dale paused, looked towards the squire, and murmured a blessing, the warmth of which brought tears into her eyes.

"Yes," she added, after a pause, "we were very poor, but we were happy even then,--more thanks to Charles than to me;" and tears from a new source again dimmed those quick, lively eyes, as the little woman gazed fondly on her husband, whose brows were knit into a black frown over a bad hand.
MISS JEMIMA.--"It is only those horrid men who think of money as a source of happiness.

I should be the last person to esteem a gentleman less because he was poor." MRS.

DALE.--"I wonder the squire does not ask Signor Riccabocca here more often.