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'If he should be rather a poor man--noble-minded and affectionate, but still poor--' Owen's footsteps rapidly ascending the stairs, interrupted this fancy-free ry with herself for allowing her mind to stray upon such subjects in the face of their present desperate condition, she rose to meet him, and make tea

Cytherea's interest to kno her brother had been received at Mr

Gradfield's broke forth into words at once Alan cross-exaular sisterly way

'Well, Owen, how has it been with you to-day? What is the place like--do you think you will like Mr Gradfield?' 'O yes But he has not been there to-day; I have only had the head draughts wo on at a moment's notice the drama of whosoever's life they choose

Cytherea's interest was transferred from Mr Gradfield to his representative

'What sort of a h of course I can hardly tell to a certainty as yet But I think he's a very worthy fellow; there's no nonsense in hih he is not a public school man he has read widely, and has a sharp appreciation of what's good in books and art In fact, his knowledge isn't nearly so exclusive as reat deal to say of an architect, for of all professional men they are, as a rule, the most professional' 'Yes; perhaps they are This man is rather of aclerk any fa out some more tea

'Family; no!' 'Well, dear Owen, how should I know?' 'Why, of course he isn't oing on in the office, and I heard him say what he should wish his wife to be like' 'What would he wish his wife to be like?' she said, with great apparent lack of interest

'O, he says she irlish and artless: yet he would be loth to do without a dash of womanly subtlety, 'tis so piquant Yes, he said, that must be in her; she must have womanly cleverness "And yet I should like her to blush if only a cock-sparroere to look at her hard," he said, "which brings ain: and so I flit backwards and forwards I must have what comes, I suppose," he said, "and whatever she ive a final hint to Providence," he said, "a child ah outline of his require creature he must be' 'He did, indeed' 3 FROM THE TWELFTH TO THE FIFTEENTH OF JULY As is well known, ideas are so elastic in a human brain, that they have no constant measure which may be called their actual bulk Any important ideaof others; and any sth and breadth of vacuum the mind may be able to make over to it Cytherea's world was tolerably vacant at this tie becaain renewed