Capital!" cried Bonamy as the orator sank smiling faintly into his chair. Miss Lindley tapped her saucer with her spoon, and gently murmured, "hear hear." The others also muttered in a complimentary manner; and everybody bowed to Lady Lappin over a tea-cup.

"Maestro," said Stephen as he followed Mr Fernlyn into the window, "is not the editor of this eclectic magazine one of your friends?"

"One of my greatest friends."

"I see that precious scheme of yours, my master."

"Trust your young eyes for seeing through millstones," said Andrew gravely, but his old eyes were laughing.

"It seems to me," said Stephen after a pause, during which the two friends looked silently westward-" it seems to me that there was more in my cousin Cynthia than I thought.”

"Indeed!" exclaimed Mr Fernlyn with mock amazement.

"In fact I have been thinking about this a good deal lately; and I am half inclined to believe that I ought to have fallen madly in love with Cynthia."

"Indeed!"

"Yes. You see, I have taste.

What I want is

earnestness, vigour, passion." Upon this Messer Andrea gave himself to laughter. Afterwards he

said gravely, “To have loved her would have been the making of you."

Well, I must e'en make myself," said Stephen. Andrew was about to comment on this presumptuous speech when the door flew open, and little Fabian rushed in like a whirlwind followed for once by Cecco, who had acquired a British taste for muffins. Lady Lappin held out her arms to the child; and Hugo Deane found a new pleasure in the thought that this brilliant boy was his.

Time had passed gaily in the large apartment where Lady Lappin dispensed her succulent hospitality; but it fled twice as fast in the little room where Philip sat by Cynthia and foretold the years to come for her delight. "It is a beautiful life," he said with enthusiasm; and she looked bravely back into his eyes trusting the world and him. "But you must not spoil me," he said; “I will care for you before all things; I will think of you always first.”

'Oh no," she answered; "you shall do something for the world, and I will help you

Philip, do you think that I can help you really, that I can help you as I know—as I am sure that my mother helped my father long ago?"

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