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Indeed, Tyrrel was so remarkably quiet that John Tho in Tyrrel's room, he resolved to find out the reason, and with his usual directness asked: "What do you think of Ethel Rawdon, Tyrrel"

"I think she is the most beautiful woman I ever saw She has also the h spirit is sweetly telad you know so ht you were a bit jealous of me It is easy to see you are in love, and I've no doubt you were thinking of the days when you would be thousands of round clear and so on, eh?"

"Suppose I was, cousin, what then?"

"You would be worrying for nothing I don't want to round all the time, and then I should best you; but I picked out o, and if we are both alive and well, we are going to be ht you would be"

"Who is the young lady?"

"Miss Lucy Watson Her father is the Independent h his salary is less than we give our overseer And he is a great scholar So is Lucy She finished her course at college this suh honors Bless you, Tyrrel, she knows farbut warps and looms and such like I admire a clever woman, and I'm proud of Lucy"

"Where is she now?"

"Well, she was a bit done up with so h for a feeeks She has an aunt there The sea breezes and salt water soonShe may be home very soon now Then, Tyrrel, you'll see a beauty--face like a rose, hair brown as a nut, eyes thature, and she loves me with all her heart When she says 'John Thomas, dear one,' I tremble with pleasure, and when she lets me kiss her sweet mouth, I really don't knohere I airl whispered, 'I love you, and nobody but you,' and gave you a kiss that was like--like wine and roses? Noould you say?"