Sorell is a capital fellow! And one of the ablest of our younger scholars--though of course"-- the speaker drew himself up with a slight acerbity--"he and I belong to different schools of criticism.

He was devoted to your mother." Constance assented dumbly.
"And shows already"-- thought the Master--"some dangerous signs of being devoted to you.

Poor wretch!" Aloud he said--"Ah, here they come.

I must get some more chairs." The drawing-room party joined them, and the gathering lasted a little longer.

Sorell walked up and down with Constance.