in thus designating your father; but really your own resemblance à mon singe Jacquot, increases daily with your increasing years."

"Especially in face and figure,” returned her self-satisfied nephew, settling his cravat, and shaking back his frizzled locks. "But where is Ashbourne? or rather what has happened to mon pauvre ami? for I saw his lordship on horseback, at a little distance from Audleyhurst, and essayed to make him hear my voice, and join me. I called-I screamed-I bellowed-I hallooed after him in vain; the noble Howard, rendered either deaf or stupid by the coldness of the atmosphere, returned not a single syllable to my repeated and affectionate queries of How are you? whence come you? are you deaf? Glad to see you at least. Whither go you? Are you performing a penance, turned Catholic, or entered into the monastery of La Trappe?'

Instead of answering,

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lord Ashbourne pursued his journey, with a gravity of demeanour, and an impenetrable silence, that establish senza dubbio my opinion of his becoming a Trappist. Imagine my astonishment at this whimsical and singular behaviour. After all, it is but fair to conclude that he is turned chevalier errant, and intends going about, the picture of woe, speechless and solemn, determined, as that in these enlightened days few men engage in single combat without a cause, to enrage and awake the sleeping ire of every person he passes, by taking no note of time but from its loss,' and with a disdainful air never answering the questions his friends put to him. Per. haps though he is a second Astolfo, going in search of somebody's wits-or rather two of his own five senses."

"He went, undutiful boy, out riding," said lady Rosvellyn, " on purpose

to teaze me."

“ C'est inconcevable " cried lord Fre

deric. "Do you remember when Timon of Athens asked his parasitical friends ́to dinner, he set before them dishes of cold water? Really, my dear aunt; to -own the truth, Ashbourne's behaviour, as well as yours, resembles the misanthrope's amazingly you invited me, with warmth and cordiality, to spend a month at Audleyhurst, assured me of your wish to render my séjour here agreeable, and now I am arrived, you both treat me with a coolness bordering on dislike and contempt; one rides off at full gallop, without uttering a syllable-the other sits with an empty glass before her, as if to increase the miseries I now endure from hunger and thirst, and offers me nothing to eat or drink, though I have ridden fifty miles to be blessed with a sight of her averted face."

"Ring the bell, my dear, can't you?"" said the indolent lady Rosvellyn, without offering to do so herself, though she was sitting close beside it; and while

he

lord Ashbourne pursued his journey, with a gravity of demeanour, and an impenetrable silence, that establish senza dubbio my opinion of his becoming a Trappist. Imagine my astonishment at this whimsical and singular behaviour. After all, it is but fair to conclude that he is turned chevalier errant, and intends going about, the picture of woe, speechless and solemn, determined, as that in these enlightened days few men engage in single combat without a cause, to enrage and awake the sleeping ire of every person he passes, by taking no note of time but from its loss,' and with a disdainful air never answering the questions his friends put to him. Perhaps though he is a second Astolfo, going in search of somebody's wits-or rather two of his own five senses."

"He went, undutiful boy, out riding," said lady Rosvellyn,. on purpose

to teaze me."

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"C'est inconcevable!" cried lord Fre

deric. "Do you remember when Timon of Athens asked his parasitical friends to dinner, he set before them dishes of cold water? Really, my dear aunt, to own the truth, Ashbourne's behaviour, as well as yours, resembles the misanthrope's amazingly - you invited me, with warmth and cordiality, to spend a month at Audleyhurst, assured me of your wish to render my séjour here agreeable, and now I am arrived, you both treat me with a coolness bordering on dislike and contempt; one rides off at full gallop, without uttering a syllable-the other sits with an empty glass before her, as if to increase the miseries I now endure from hunger and thirst, and offers me nothing to eat or drink, though I have ridden fifty miles to be blessed with a sight of her averted face."

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Ring the bell, my dear, can't you?"" said the indolent lady Rosvellyn, without offering to do so herself, though she was sitting close beside it; and while

he