You must come and look us up when you have nothing better to do.

Our rooms are number--what is it, Nancy?
I never can recollect." "No.

5," reply I."But, indeed, it is not much use any one coming to call upon us, is it?
For we are always out--morning, noon, and night." With this parting encouragement on my part, we drive off, and leave our young friend trying, with only moderate success, to combine a gracious smile to Sir Roger, with a resentful scowl at me, under a lamp-post.

We roll along quickly and easily, through the soft, cool, lamplit night.
"Well, how did you get on with him, Nancy ?" asks Sir Roger.
"Good-looking fellow, is not he ?" "Is he ?" say I, carelessly.

"Yes, I suppose he is, only that I never _can_ admire _dark_ men: I am so glad that all the boys are fair--I should have hated a _black_ brother." "How do you know that my hair was not coal-black before it turned gray ?" he asks, with a smile.