Then she took the letter up again and tried to read; but all that reached her understanding was the fact that Mr.Johnson had sent his present letter to Miss Monro, thinking that she might know of some private opportunity safer than the post.

Mr.Brown's was just such a letter as he occasionally sent her from time to time; a correspondence that arose out of their mutual regard for their dead friend Mr.Ness.

It, too, had been sent to Miss Monro to direct.

Ellinor was on the point of putting it aside entirely, when the name of Corbet caught her eye: "You will be interested to hear that the old pupil of our departed friend, who was so anxious to obtain the folio _Virgil_ with the Italian notes, is appointed the new judge in room of Mr.Justice Jenkin.

At least I conclude that Mr.Ralph Corbet, Q.C., is the same as the _Virgil_ fancier." "Yes," said Ellinor, bitterly; "he judged well; it would never have done." They were the first words of anything like reproach which she ever formed in her own mind during all these years.