ellington's?
You remember the Wellington nose, my child?"

"Yes, ma."

"Or is it Lord Brougham's that I mean?"

"Yes, ma."

"Yes, dear."

"May I present my brother Abel, Miss Tally?" asked Fanny Newt.

"Yes, I'm sure," said Miss Tully.

Fanny Newt turned just as a song began in the other room, out of which
opened the conservatory.

"Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me:
I said there was naething I hated like men--
The deuce gae wi'm to believe'me, believe me,
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me."

The rooms were hushed as the merry song rang out. The voice of the singer
was arch, and her eye flashed slyly on Abel Newt as she finished, and a
murmur of pleasure rose around her.

Abel leaned upon the piano, with his eyes fixed upon the singer. He was
fully conscious of the surprise he had betrayed to sister Fanny when she
spoke suddenly of Mrs. Alfred Dinks. It was necessary to remove any
suspicion that she might entertain in consequence. If Mr. Abel Newt had
intentions in which Miss Hope Wayne was interested, was there any reason
why Miss Fanny Newt should mingle in the matter?

As Miss Plumer finished the song Abel saw his sister coming toward him
through the little crowd, although his eyes seemed to be constantly fixed
upon the singer.

"How beautiful!" said he, ardently, in a low voice, looking Grace Plumer
directly in the eyes.

"Yes, it is a pretty song."

"Oh! you mean the song?" said Abel.

The singer blushed, and took up a bunch of roses that she had laid upon
the piano and began to play with them.

"How very warm it is!" said she.

"Yes," said Abel. "Let us take a turn in the conservatory--it is both
darker and cooler; and I think your eyes will give light and warmth
enough to our conversation."

"Dear me! if you depend upon me it will be the Arctic zone in the
conservatory," said Miss Grace Plumer, as she rose from the piano. (Mrs.
Newt had written Abel she was fourteen! She was seventeen in May.)

"No, no," said Abel, "we shall find the tropics in that conservatory."

"Then look out for storms!" replied Miss Plumer, laughing.

Abel offered his arm, and the young couple moved through the humming
room. The arch eyes were cast down. The voice of the youth was very low.

He felt a touch, and turned. He knew very well who it was. It was his
sister.

"Abel, I want to present you to Miss Whetwood Tully."

"My dear Fanny, I can not t