"Here I come all the way from Boston to make you a visit,--expecting you would do every thing to make me happy, as other folks do, when friends visit them.

I propose a quiet, respectable amusement, in my own frank, go-ahead way,--and lo!--my lord frowns, and my lady trembles, and both, occupied in watching each other's emotions, forget they have a guest to entertain, as well as a friend to gratify." "You might wait till I have refused to accompany you, Miss Melville," said Ernest, in a cold, calm voice.

"You know me incapable of such rudeness.

But I cannot allow even a lady to make such unpardonable allusions to my domestic feelings and conduct.

If a man cannot find a sanctuary from insult in his own home, he may well bar his doors against intrusion, and if he has the spirit of a man, he will." "She is only jesting," said I, with a beseeching glance.