how
splendid of him to give all that; it will be quite a fortune to the
poor things."

"Yes, it will pay their rent until Travers gets about again; he is not
going to die this journey. Was it not liberal of the old fellow? but
if you had only seen the way he gave it to me, as though he were
ashamed of the whole thing.

"'That is for the man you told me about last night,' he said, in quite
a grumpy voice; and he had hardly seemed as though he had listened
yesterday; and he would not let me thank him, he turned testy at once;
by-the-bye, Livy, he wants you to go and see him; you have evidently
won his heart, my dear. 'If Mrs. Luttrell has half an hour's leisure I
shall be pleased to see her,' those were his very words."

"I hope you told him that it would be rather difficult to find leisure
with all my numerous engagements," returned Olivia, saucily, "but that
I would do my best for him. How many callers have we had since we were
married, Marcus? let me see, the Vicar and Mrs. Tolman, oh, and one day
Mrs. Tolman brought a friend. I remember how excited I was that
afternoon, and that horrid little Sarah Jane had her sleeves rolled up
to her elbows when she opened the door, and I dared not offer them tea
because I knew she would never have had boiling water. Oh, yes,"
continued Olivia, merrily, "I will look over my visiting list, and see
how I am to squeeze in a call at Galvaston House. What hour do you
think would suit him best, Marcus?"

Then Dr. Luttrell, who had been much amused by his wife's drollery,
gravely considered the point.

"About three o'clock, I should say; I think he wants to show you his
flowers; he is going to have his couch wheeled into the conservatory,
or his winter garden, as he calls it. Why should you not go across
this afternoon? Now I must be off to the Models;" and as Olivia took
up her work again there was a soft flush on her cheek, and a happy look
in her eyes as she listened to his light springing tread.

"Dear Marcus," she said to herself; "how pleased he is about this, it
has done him good already. Oh, how I hope Mr. Gaythorne will take a
fancy to him; he is rich and liberal, I am sure of that; he will pay
Marcus well, and perhaps before long someone else will send for him.
What, Dot, my sweet, must I love Jacko too?" as Dot laid her treasure
on her mother's lap.

When Olivia rang at the bell of Galvaston House that afternoon the same
rosy-cheeked maid admitted her.

"If