But to-night, what glorious excitement! Too late for dinner--drenched with snow--lost on a mountain--anxiety--fear--the Gabriel hounds--terror--despair--resignation--sudden relief--warm stockings--delightful sympathy--petted on every side--hungry--happy--fires--punch! I never lived till to-night--I never relished life till now.

How could I?
I never saw Death nor Danger near enough to be worth a straw." Jael made no attempt to arrest this flow of spirits.

She waited quietly for a single pause, and then she laid her hand on the young lady's, and, fastening her eyes on her, she said quietly,-- "You have seen HIM." Grace Carden's face was scarlet in a moment, and she looked with a rueful imploring glance, into those great gray searching eyes of Jael Dence.
Her fine silvery tones of eloquence went off into a little piteous whine "You are very cunning--to believe in a magpie." And she hid her blushing face in her hands.

She took an early opportunity of sending this too sagacious rustic to bed.
Next day Mr.Coventry was so stiff and sore he did not come down to breakfast.

But Grace Carden, though very sleepy, made her appearance, and had a most affectionate conversation with Mr.Raby.She asked leave to christen him again.