FAIRFIELD (clasping her hands).--"We were proud of her, all of us,--father, mother, all! She was so beautiful and so good, and not proud she! though she looked like the first lady in the land.

Oh, Nora, Nora!" LEONARD (after a pause).--"But she must have been highly educated ?" MRS.

FAIRFIELD.--"'Deed she was!" LEONARD.--"How was that ?" MRS.

FAIRFIELD (rocking herself to and fro in her chair).--"Oh, my Lady was her godmother,--Lady Lansmere I mean,--and took a fancy to her when she was that high, and had her to stay at the Park, and wait on her Ladyship; and then she put her to school, and Nora was so clever that nothing would do but she must go to London as a governess.

But don't talk of it, boy! don't talk of it!" LEONARD.--"Why not, Mother?
What has become of her; where is she ?" MRS.