he circumstances?"

At this sly thrust, Bayne began to look anxious; but Henry relieved him
the next moment by saying, in a sort of dogged way, "There, there; I'll
come." He added, after a pause, "I will give you six lessons, if you
like."

"I shall be so much obliged. When will you come, sir?"

"Next Saturday, at three o'clock."

"I shall be sure to be at home, sir."

She then said something polite about not disturbing him further, and
vanished with an arch smile of pleasure and victory, that disclosed a
row of exquisite white teeth, and haunted Henry Little for many a day
after.

He told his mother what had happened, and showed so much mortified pride
that she no longer dissuaded him from keeping his word. "Only pray don't
tell her your name," said she.

"Well, but what am I to do if she asks it?"

"Say Thompson, or Johnson, or anything you like, except Little."

This request roused Henry's bile. "What, am I a criminal to deny my
name? And how shall I look, if I go and give her a false name, and then
she comes to Bayne and learns my right one? No, I'll keep my name back,
if I can; but I'll never disown it. I'm not ashamed of it, if you are."

This reduced poor Mrs. Little to silence; followed, in due course, by a
few meek, clandestine tears.

Henry put on his new tweed suit and hat, and went up to the villa. He
announced himself as the workman from Cheetham's; and the footman, who
had probably his orders, ushered him into the drawing-room at once.
There he found Grace Carden seated, reading, and a young woman sewing at
a respectful distance. This pair were types; Grace, of a young English
gentlewoman, and Jael Dence of a villager by unbroken descent. Grace was
tall, supple, and serpentine, yet not thin; Jael was robust and ample,
without being fat; she was of the same height, though Grace looked the
taller. Grace had dark brown eyes and light brown hair; and her blooming
cheek and bewitching mouth shone with expression so varied, yet vivid,
and always appropriate to the occasion, grave or gay, playful or
dignified, that her countenance made artificial faces, and giggling
in-the-wrong-place faces, painfully ridiculous. As for such faces as
Jael's, it killed them on the spot, but that was all. Jael's hair was
reddish, and her full eyes were gray; she was freckled a little under
the eyes, but the rest of her cheek full of rich pure color, healthy,
but not the least coarse: and her neck an alabaster column. H