Worth, sense, wealth, character, and so fair a companion deserve happiness, and command it." "Would you like some tea, Mr.Glyndon ?" asked Mrs.Mervale, kindly.
"Thank you,--no.

I propose a more convivial stimulus to my old friend.
Wine, Mervale,--wine, eh!--or a bowl of old English punch.

Your wife will excuse us,--we will make a night of it!" Mrs.Mervale drew back her chair, and tried not to look aghast.

Glyndon did not give his friend time to reply.
"So at last I am in England," he said, looking round the room, with a slight sneer on his lips; "surely this sober air must have its influence; surely here I shall be like the rest." "Have you been ill, Glyndon ?" "Ill, yes.

Humph! you have a fine house.