Mine will be a pre-Raphaelite study--faithful as a photograph, careful as a miniature on ivory, and life-size." "I trust it will bring you fame and money when the time comes," answered Gilbert.

"And how about Mrs.Branston?
Is she as charming as ever ?" "A little more so, if possible.

Poor old Michael Branston is dead--went off the hooks rather suddenly about a month ago.

The widow looks amazingly pretty in her weeds." "And you will marry her, I suppose, Jack, as soon as her mourning is over ?" "Well, yes; it is on the cards," John Saltram said, in an indifferent tone.
"Why, how you say that! Is there any doubt as to the lady's fortune ?" "O no; that is all square enough.

Michael Branston's will was in the _Illustrated London News_; the personalty sworn under a hundred and twenty thousand,--all left to the widow,--besides real property--a house in Cavendish Square, the villa at Maidenhead, and a place near Leamington." "It would be a splendid match for you, Jack." "Splendid, of course.