ll its turmoil.

I could not get within fifty feet of him; or, I think, I should have
given him and Jenny then and there all my fortune.

Later, I made their acquaintance in a casual way, and compromised with my
conscience by presenting them with a very pretty tea-service to help them
set up house with.

BLACK VENN

I

"George," said Plancine.

"Please say it again," said George.

She dimpled at him and obeyed, with the soft suggestion of accent that
was like a tender confidence. Her feet were sunk in Devonshire grass;
her name was on the birth register of a little Devonshire sea-town; yet
the sun of France was in her veins as surely as his caress was on her
lips.

Therefore she said "George" with a sweet dragging sound that greatly
fluttered the sensibilities of the person addressed, and not infrequently
led them to alight, like Prince Dummling's queen bee, on the very mouth
of that honeyed flower of speech.

Now Plancine put her cheek on her George's rough sleeve, and said she,--

"I have a confession to make--about something a little silly.
Consequently I have postponed it till now, when it is too dark for
you to see my face."

"Never!" he murmured fervently. "A double cataract could not deprive me
of that vision. It is printed here, Plancine."

He smacked his chest hard on the left side.

"Yet it sounds hollow, George?"

"Yes," he said. "It is a sandwich-box, an empty one. I would not consign
your image to such a deplorable casket. My heart was what I meant. How I
hate sandwiches--misers shivering between sheets--a vile gastronomic
economy!"

"Poor boy! I will make you little dough-cakes when you go apainting."

"Plancine! Your image here, yes. But your dough-cakes--!"

"Then keep to your sandwiches, sir."

"I must. But the person who invented them was no gentleman!"

"Papa would like to hear you say that."

"Say what?"

"Admit the possibility of any social distinction."

"It is only a question of sandwiches."

"George, must you be a Chartist and believe in Feargus O'Connor?"

"My soul, I cannot go back on my principles, for all that the violets of
your eyes have sprouted under the shadow of a venerable family-tree."

"That is very prettily said. You may kiss my thumb-nail with the white
spot in it for luck. No, sir. That is presuming. Now I am snug, and you
may talk."

"Plancine, I am a son of the people. I hold by my own. No doubt, if I had
blue blood to boast of, I shoul