te you on being won by as fine a young
fellow as ever lived." When the good Q.C. left the room, the patient
remarked: "Everybody shows me so much kindness, now, Marjorie, when I
have all I want in yours."

"Is it kindness, Eugene, only kindness?"

"No, no, it is love, Marjorie, isn't it, undying love? Would you think
me very foolish if I were to go back for once to Wilks' and my habit of
reciting all sorts of poetry?"

"I could not stand all sorts, Eugene. There are some that Marjorie
quotes which are simply awful. She says she gets them from Guff."

"Oh, this isn't that kind. It is Greek, Modern Greek:--

O Erot' antherotate,
Glyke kai hilarotate,
Tou kosmou kybernete.
Esen ho nous, to soma mou,
To stethos, kai to stoma mou,
Latreuei kai keryttei."

"That is very pretty, Eugene, for love in a general kind of way--love in
the aibstrac', as the metaphysical Scotch girl said."

"What! Marjorie, you know Greek!"

"Yes; my father taught me to read the Greek Testament, and I have read
some of it with Mr. Errol."

"Oh, you are a treasure! But I mean your love, and my mind and body,
heart and voice."

"That will do, you silly boy. Now lie down, and do not excite yourself
any more." But she said in her heart that she did not believe Mr.
Wilkinson could quote Greek, and, if he did, Cecile, she was sure, could
not understand him.

One evening, by general agreement, a committee of the whole sat in the
office, the Squire in the chair. The chairman jocularly asked the
colonel, as the senior of the meeting, his intentions. "My intentions,
Misteh Chaihman, or ratheh ouah intentions, those of my deah Tehesa and
me, are to be mahhied heah, if you will pehmit, by Misteh Pehhowne, whom
we also wish to unite in holy matymony ouah daughteh Cecile to ouah deah
boy Fahquhah. Also, with yoah pehmission, we will place Timotheus and
Tryphosa, when mahhied, in chahge of Tillycot and Cecile's fahm heah;
and will then jouhney westwahd to the Mississippi, and so southwahd, to
show ouah deah childyen theih futuhe inhehitance, and save Misteh
Wilkinson's ahm the rigouhs of yoah Canadian winteh. That is all, Misteh
Chaihman, three weddings, a meeah tyifle, suh." The colonel laughed,
took a little imaginary Bourbon, and whiffed his cigar, while Mrs. Du
Plessis, her daughter, and the dominie blushed, but also smiled, to
think that explanations had been frankly made and the coast was clear.
"I suppose,"