batting under a vertical sun: not a very comprehensible sight to ladies, whose practical tendencies, as observers of the other sex, incline them

by appointment in the morning out of London, to fill the number required, Copsley being weak this year. Eight of their wickets had fallen for a lament able figure of twenty-nine runs; himself clean-bowled the first ball. But Tom Redworth had got fast hold of his wicket, and already scored fifty to his bat. 'There! grand hit!' Sir Lukin cried, the ball flying hard at the ra

standers converted the flying of a leather b

nothing?' Sir Lukin was

'm married.' He took h

prompting. She smother

ook at

catch; and the batsmen were running and stretching bats, and the ball flying away, flying back, and others after it, and still the batsmen

errily: 'Bra

I've seen Tom Redworth score-old days-over two hundred t' his bat. And he used to bowl too. But bowling wants practice. And, Emmy, look at the old fellows lining the boot

e to the booth for the latest figures, a

sed the li

eal English bo

. any amount of insult, meek as gruel! . . . making of the finest army the world has ever seen! You saw the papers this morning? Good heaven! how a nation with an atom of

-two marked, sir; ninety-nine r

nse of national pride. He says, we're not prepared for war: We never are! And whose the fault? Says, we're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us! He doesn't feel a kick.

day sun compelled th

f not knowing monotony,' said E

despite her having spoken so simply. 'I think the ch

recre

and said she was warm. 'I mean, the permanent adv

is not a patri

hat would be c

o or three; and that, for a man

ne him a patriarch

possible chances. He is the fath

he nursery.' Diana murmured

er her heterodox views of

aid Diana. 'I wish I c

ng is with

mps, is surer. But there is the difference of cricket:-when your s

ll marriages

's rather saddened eyelids for a proof that scheme

enanted at the moment, as he had informed Emma, who fancied it would please Tony to pass

Her direct individuality rejected the performance of simpleton, and her lively blood, the warmer for its containment quickened her to penetrate things and natures; and if as yet, in justness to the loyal male friend, she forbore to name him conspirator, she read both him and Emma, whose inner bosom was revealed to her, without an effort to see. But her characteristic chasteness of mind, not coldness of the 'blood,-whi

e tried to laugh at the image of the concrete cricketer, half- flannelled, and red of face: the 'lucky calculator,' as she named him to Emma, who shook her head, and sighed. The abstract, healthful and powerful man, able to play besides profitably working, defied those poor efforts. Consequently, at once she sent up a bubble to the skies, where it became a spheral realm, of far too fine an atmosphere for men to breathe in it; and thither she transported herself at will, whenever the contrast, with its accompanying menace of a tyrannic subjugation, overshadowed her. In the above, the kingdom composed of

ilious air, almost as icy as she accused the place of being. Emma knew she must have seen in the library a row of her literary ventures, exquisitely bound; but there was no a

a streak of genius,

a comment on the work. 'He should know, for

ubtless, good

a definite spot, of some homely attractiveness, moved her to follow her own proposal for the journey. Diana pleaded urgently, childishly in tone, to have Arthur Rhodes with them, 'so as to be sure of a sympathetic companion for a walk on the Downs.' At The Crossways, they were soon aware that Mr. Redworth's domestics were in attendance to serve them. Manifestly the house was his property, and not much of an investment! The principal bed-room, her father's once, and her own, devoted now to Emma's use, appalled her with a resemblance to her London room. She had noticed some of her furniture at 'Dividend

ent to her planetary kingdom. Next day she took Arthur after breakfast for a walk on the Downs and remained absent till ten minutes before the hour of dinner. As to that young gentleman, he was near to being caressed in public. Arthur's opinions, his good s

f fruit long since c

ed a little, Redworth did the same beneath one of

was petted, consulted, cited, flattered all round; all but caressed. She played, with a reserve, the maturish young woman smitten by an adorable youth; and enjoyed doing it because she hoped for a visible effect-more paternal benevolence-and could do it so dispassionately. Coquettry, Emma thought, was most unworthily shown

ature capable of accepting subjection only by burning. In return for his moral excellence, she gave him the moral sentiments: esteem, gratitude, abstract admiration, perfect faith. But the man? She could not now say she had never been loved; and a flood of tenderness rose in her bosom, swelling from springs that she had previously reproved with a desperate severity: the unhappy, unsatisfied yearning to be more than loved, to love. It was alive, out of the wreck of its first trial. This, the secret of her natural frailty, was bitter to her pride: chastely-minded as she was, it whelmed her. And then her comic imagination pictured Redworth dramatically ma

onsequences to one who was but a boy and a friend, almost of her own rearing. She told Emma, when leaving The Crossways, that she had no desire to look on the place again: she wondered at Mr. Redworth's liking such a solitude. In truth, the look back on it let her perceive that her husban

f letters. And besides, he expected to inherit, he said, and gazed in a way to sharpen her instincts. The wine he had drunk of late from her flowing vintage was in his eyes. They were on their usual rambles out along

ng: 'Mrs. Warwick-Diana

rfeit any pretext. And pray, don't loiter. We are going at the pace of the firm of Potter and

orous eloquence to have a chance. She heard 'Diana!' twice, th

e said in the Copsley garden; 'and as for hands, at meeting and parting, here is the friendliest you

t herself as a senseless incendiary, who did mischief right and left, from seeking to shun the apparently inevitable. A sidethought intruded, that he would have done his wooing poetically-not in the

for his coming to me, on the eve of your passing under the surgeon's hands, I should have gone -flung the world my glove! A matter of minutes. Ten minutes later! The train was to start for France at eight, and I was awaited. I have to thank heaven that the man wa

s not much to learn concerning any person he cares for,' she s

fetters, and I don't like them. I have been called a Beauty. Rightly or other, I have had a Beauty's career; and a curious caged

cal had she grown to Emma, that her bosom friend

ion? The very maidenly idea wakened her womanliness-to reproach her remainder of pride, not to see more accurately. It was the reason why she resolved, against Emma's extreme entreaties, to take lodgings in the South valley below the heights, where she could be independent of fancies and perpetual visitors,

Dunstane's maid Bartlett, 'she'll hate

th in not having the slightest clue to the daily shifting feminine maze he beheld. The strange thing