But you will find me as ingenious as you at one thing, and that's revenge." And now a higher class of visitors began to find their way to the general favorite.

The first was a fair young lady of surpassing beauty.

She strolled pensively down the green turf, cast a hasty glance in at the workshop, and not seeing Hope, concluded he was a little tired after his journey, and had not yet arrived.

She strolled slowly down then, and seated herself in a large garden chair, stuffed, that Hope had made, and placed there for Colonel Clifford.

That worthy frequented the spot because he had done so for years, and because it was a sweet turfy slope; and there was a wonderful beech-tree his father had made him plant when he was five years old.