Still I ought to have thought it looked queer when Mounseer took to disguising himself by leaving off his glasses, ha, ha! I wonder what Harry will say; let's go and talk to her." The parson, rejoiced at this easy way of taking the matter, hooked his arm into the squire's, and they walked amicably towards the Hall.

But on coming first into the gardens they found Mrs.Hazeldean herself, clipping dead leaves or fading flowers from her rose-trees.

The squire stole slyly behind her, and startled her in her turn by putting his arm round her waist, and saluting her smooth cheek with one of his hearty kisses; which, by the way, from some association of ideas, was a conjugal freedom that he usually indulged whenever a wedding was going on in the village.
"Fie, William!" said Mrs.Hazeldean, coyly, and blushing as she saw the parson.

"Well, who's going to be married now ?" "Lord! was there ever such a woman ?--she's guessed it!" cried the squire, in great admiration.

"Tell her all about it, Parson." The parson obeyed.
Mrs.Hazeldean, as the reader may suppose, showed much less surprise than her husband had done; but she took the news graciously, and made much the same answer as that which had occurred to the squire, only with somewhat more qualification and reserve.