imus can leave his things here?"

"Where do they mean to live when they come back to town?" asked Sir
Thomas, sharply.

"I suppose it would be convenient if they could come here for a
little time," said Lady Tringle.

"And stay till the end of the season,--and then go down to Glenbogie,
and then to Merle Park! Where do they mean to live?"

"I think there was a promise about Glenbogie," said Lady Tringle.

"I never made a promise. I heard Traffick say that he would like
to have some shooting,--though, as far as I know, he can't hit a
haystack. They may come to Glenbogie for two or three weeks, if they
like, but they shan't stay here during the entire summer."

"You won't turn your own daughter out, Tom."

"I'll turn Traffick out, and I suppose he'll take his wife with him,"
said Sir Thomas, thus closing the conversation in wrath.

The Trafficks went and came back, and were admitted into the bed-room
with the big wardrobe, and to the dressing-room where the boots
were kept. On the very first day of his arrival Mr. Traffick
was in the House at four, and remained there till four the next
morning,--certain Irish Members having been very eloquent. He was not
down when Sir Thomas left the next morning at nine, and was again at
the House when Sir Thomas came home to dinner. "How long is it to
be?" said Sir Thomas, that night, to his wife. There was a certain
tone in his voice which made Lady Tringle feel herself to be ill all
over. It must be said, in justice to Sir Thomas, that he did not
often use this voice in his domestic circle, though it was well known
in Lombard Street. But he used it now, and his wife felt herself to
be unwell. "I am not going to put up with it, and he needn't think
it."

"Don't destroy poor Augusta's happiness so soon."

"That be d----d," said the father, energetically. "Who's going to
destroy her happiness. Her happiness ought to consist in living in
her husband's house. What have I given her all that money for?" Then
Lady Tringle did not dare to say another word.

It was not till the third day that Sir Thomas and his son-in-law met
each other. By that time Sir Thomas had got it into his head that his
son-in-law was avoiding him. But on the Saturday there was no House.
It was then just the middle of June,--Saturday, June 15,--and Sir
Thomas had considered, at the most, that there would be yet nearly
two months before Parliament would cease to sit and the time for
Glenbogie would come. He