ey at very brief intervals ascertained, throughout the afternoon service; after which, with a secret sense of disappointment, honest Sedley

ly in his Bath chair and in the great leathern easy chair in his study. He manages to shuffle very slowly, leaning upon his servant on one side, and propped on his crutch at the other, across the hall of the Cardyllian Club, which boasts about six-and-thirty members, besides visitors, and into

an imaginary secretary, announcing that "The Badger Hunt" would meet at Hazelden House on a certain day, and inducing hospitable preparations, for the entertainment of those nebulous sportsmen, was like to have had a sanguinary ending. It was well remembered that when yo

xt day. You know our Welsh mutton - you do - you know it well; it's better here than in any other place in the world - in the whole

d out rather wildly, and he was smoking through an enormous pi

rrow," said Miss Charity, wit

ir. We won't let you. Girls, we won't allow him to go.

if I am still in Cardyllian tomorrow, to

t Ve

e Ver

- h

claimed Miss C

rneys," bawled old Vane Etherage, as i

extremely wicked," said Miss Charity, with that se

s catechism, I believe - so I'd like to know where's the difference between that and

ge is becoming rather strong - and the tobacco," said Miss Charity

onourable, I call him - that old dog, sir, he's no better than a cheat - and I'd be glad of an

st Tom Sedley, who always stood up for his friends, and their kindred -"and Cleve, I've known from my

Llanderis, and he shan't have it. He's under covenant to renew the lease, and the devil of it is, that between me and Wynne Williams we have put the lease astray - and I can't f

- but not often - genial and boisterous - on the whole sunny and tolerably serene - and though he som

of the world into humorists and grotesques. Given a sparse population, and difficult intercommunication, which in effect constitute solitude, and you have the conditions of barbarism. Thus i

, while old Vane Etherage, in his study, with the door between the rooms w

Malory young lady - Margaret, our maid

u?" said Tom, well pleased

red her; that is, her features are very regular; she's wha

do you

- h

ho are

re here last year, and who used to wear those blue dresses, were decidedly prettier. T

great deal of animation

be praying myself during the Litany,"

than I was,

Mr. Sedley. It isn't nice. I wo

aid Tom. "But then, I'm so intimate here - and i

go to church for,

the clergymen peep - I often saw them. There's that little fellow, the Rev. Richard Pritchard, the curate, you know - I'd swear I've seen that fello

r, if you really saw that,"

entreated Agnes; "a ple

t up in the same room with him - sometimes here, and sometimes at the school - about the children, and the wid

were up in the air - in a reading-desk, with a good chink in the door, where I thought no one could s

" said Miss Charity, sitting up very stiffly, as she did when she spoke of duty; and when once the notion of

ms and Doctor Lyster, and Price Apjohn, and every creature in Cardyllian will know everything about it, and a great deal more,

d flushed crimson, and her

seat- and no one can possibly tell which it was at - you or me

who enjoyed the debate immensely, "that

o anything so excessively wicked!" exc

om, with an exul

n tells the tru

parried Tom, with doubtful moral

er crimson. Excepting these flashes of irritability, I can't charge her with many human weaknesses. "I'll not say who he looked at - I've promised that; but unless I change my present opinion, Dr. Splayfoot shall hear the whole thing tomorrow. I think in a clerg

es, you'll not bring her into the busi

e, cer

e. "And I'll tell him that you think the curate ogles you through a hole in the reading-desk. That you like him, and he's very much gone about you; and that you wish the affa

prevent it," said Miss Chari

by the fire, over his Naval Chronicle-"and Pritchard will be deprived of his curacy, and you'll go mad, and Agnes will drown herself like Ophelia, and a nice little tragedy you'll have b

ype="