Lippa

could not be imagined. No one is in London. Who would be when the seaside is everything delightful and the moors are covered with heather and grouse? Philippa shudde

ere her meditations are interrupted by Teddy, who rushes in and f

ve been in the Square most of the days and i

you,' repl

who is as sharp as a needle, 'because,

perhaps, I am so

ch him often and often, and never can see nobody feeding it. I asked Marie to let me go and se

e nearly tea-time, let us ha

' replies Teddy, trying to see himself

you are making it in such a mess,' and she rushes at him, seizi

laughing, and then mischievously, 'You don't look h

s Lippa, putt

but Philippa is too quick for him, and placing h

s very rude to mak

nown him for such a great many years, I met him yesterday, he was walki

s she, adjusting the s

e said he was glad he wasn't a pretty person, because they were nearly always nasty, and

id he say?'

imitate Jimmy, '"More's the pity," and now you see I can just tell him

ation word for word; but Philippa has found out what she wanted to know, namely, that Jimmy is in London, and it causes her for the moment exquisite p

oks, oh, so dark and dreary. Sometimes she feels that it cannot be true, and she shrinks with horror from the remembrance of the fate that may be awaiting her. But Mabel does not notice that something has changed her; that her step is not so light as it was, or her laugh so gay. How l

under the trees in the park, while Teddy is hunting for caterpillars, 'it is really too unutterably dull here,

o is watching the ungainly not to say peculiar movements,

ins of mine are there; and George said that I might do anything I li

he stout elderly female has bumped away, and she is staring straight in front of he

e he's not going to see us. I really think he might, it woul

a dull comp

ghs good-

ed him and rushing to the railings gesticulates violently, and the former attract

d you were going to cut us,' says the unsuspec

up at the barr

us some news,' says she motioni

nd beyond extending him a limp hand; pays no attention to Dalrymple, but her

r he is very fond of pretty little Mrs Seaton and carrying on a mild flirtation with her would be the reverse of unpleasant to

ng to Lippa who is looking in exactly the opp

e fact that something is up, however she says nothing just then for

Folkestone she begins to cro

taken away after their dinner and they are left alone. 'I am g

owly, and going up to Mrs Seaton sits down on a stool at her feet, she is looking

is it a lecture or good

know if there is anything between you and-Mr Dalrymple.

g,' she

s,' suggested Mabel, '

nt to know?' a

t is awkward, as he co

d in the point of her shoe, 'If you must know, he did ask me to marry him, but I said I couldn't,' here the shoe is drawn out of s

that you do n

s desperately in love with him. Oh, Mabel! Mabel! why can't you guess? a few words

to live on,' says

in like that,' and Mrs Seaton becomes quite vehement.

not have, if I married a poor man.' Lippa's fingers are doing great damage to the ribbons which are attached to her gown, and till they are reduced to a crumpled mess, she continues to take the beauty out of them, by folding and refol

and wonders how he is getting

ve is a t

's whole e

g, shooting, hunting, etc., and it is well that

r Miss Seaton is more than a passing fancy, that causing pain for a short time, will be laughed ove

who has wrought so much harm as well as good in the world, has paid us a visit, yet we never feel quite the same again; maybe we are happier than we have ever been before, or else, and alas it happens to ve