Hoi, Robert!" he cried to a swaying collection of clothes in the distance, which was the figure of Creedle his man.

"Go on filling in there till I come back." "I'm a-coming, sir; I'm a-coming." "Well, the reason is this," continued she, as they went on together--"Mrs.Charmond has a delightful side to her character--a desire to record her impressions of travel, like Alexandre Dumas, and Mery, and Sterne, and others.

But she cannot find energy enough to do it herself." And Grace proceeded to explain Mrs.Charmond's proposal at large.

"My notion is that Mery's style will suit her best, because he writes in that soft, emotional, luxurious way she has," Grace said, musingly.
"Indeed!" said Winterborne, with mock awe.

"Suppose you talk over my head a little longer, Miss Grace Melbury ?" "Oh, I didn't mean it!" she said, repentantly, looking into his eyes.
"And as for myself, I hate French books.