nd yet you are not really alike. Good-bye, if I do not see
you again before we go to Leeds." And Phillis gave him her hand, and a
cordial smile.

But when he had gone out of the room, his hostess accompanying
him--for she had a word for his private ear,--Phillis sat down, and
thought over those last words with a strange feeling of pleasure:
"Sometimes you remind me of her, Miss Challoner." Was it possible that
he could trace any resemblance between her and this dearly-beloved
sister, this Grace, whom he seemed to regard as absolute perfection?

"Oh, I hope she will come! I am sure we shall be such friends," she
said to herself: and from this time Phillis looked anxiously for Grace
Drummond's arrival.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

"A MAN HAS A RIGHT TO HIS OWN THOUGHTS."

There were great rejoicings in the house in Lowder Street on the
occasion of Isabel Drummond's marriage.

There is always something pathetic in the first wedding in a
family,--the first severing of the family circle,--the first break,
the first ingathering of new interest. But when there are small means,
and seven portionless daughters, very few of whom can be said to be
gifted with good looks, a wealthy son-in-law must indeed be regarded
as a direct blessing from Providence.

That Mr. Drummond did so regard it, was evident from the jovial good
humor that had replaced his usual moody and irritable manner; while
his wife's beaming face, softened by maternal tenderness for the
child who would no longer share the daily life with them, was a
surprising spectacle to those acquainted with Mrs. Drummond's ordinary
reserve and somewhat severe bearing. But it is not too much to say
that on this occasion Mrs. Drummond was a happy woman.

The tide of fortune, long so adverse to their interests, seemed
turning in their favor at last. Archie had done great things for
himself, and the mother's eyes rested on him proudly as he performed
the marriage ceremony for his young sister, the gravity of his
priestly office setting him apart, as it were, for her reverence as
well as love. That Isabel had done great things for herself also could
not be denied. But there were other causes for content in the mother's
heart.

Both the boys were doing well. Clyde had been articled to a lawyer, an
old friend of Mr. Drummond's, and had won golden opinions from his
chief, who pronounced him an intelligent, likely lad, and as sharp as
a needle. Fred had lately obtained a clerksh