Elect Buchanan--and the Union is safe.

There, sir, you have it in a nutshell." "Ah, my dear Grey," said Penhallow, "this is rather of the nature of a threat--never a very digestible thing--for me, at least--and I am not very convincible.

We will discuss it over our wine or a cigar." He turned to his wife, "Any news of Leila, Ann ?" "Yes, I had a letter to-day," she returned, somewhat relieved.

"She seems to be better satisfied." Grey accepted the interrupting hint and fell to critical talk of the Squire's horses.

After the wine Penhallow carried off his guest to the library, and avoiding politics with difficulty was unutterably bored by the little gentleman's reminiscent nothings about himself, his crops, tobacco, wines, his habits of life, what agreed with him and what did not.