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I did not answer--only looked at hi patiently for us in the white drawing-roothe gravel of the great sweep--the s of this room look out that way--interrupted our ," Mr Carruthers said, and went reluctantly into the hall to ether presently, and he introduced Lord Robert to me

I felt at once he was rather a pet Such a shape! Just like the Apollo Belvedere! I do love that look, with a tiny waist and nice shoulders, and looking as if he were as lithe as a snake, and yet could break pokers in half like Mr Rochester in Jane Eyre

He has great, big, sleepy eyes of blue, and rather a plaintive expression, and a little fairish mustache turned up at the corners, and the nicest , and the back of his head, it h-bred horse I don't knohy At once--in a minute--e looked at each other, I felt I should like "Bob" He has none of Mr Carruthers's cynical, hard expression, and I am sure he can't be nearly as old--not more than twenty-seven or so

He seemed perfectly at home--sat down and had tea, and talked in the most casual, friendly way Mr Carruthers appeared to freeze up, Mr Barton gotentertainedfor adventures in the old days with Mrs Carruthers, and here I a them!

Such a situation! I am sure people would think it most improper! I alone in the house with these three o--but where?

Meanwhile I have every intention of a s to say to each other I do like his voice--and he is so perfectly sans gêne it makes no difficulties By the end of tea ere as old friends Mr Carruthers got more and uest off to the s-room

I put on such a duck of a frock for dinner--one of the sweetest, chastened sih the thin part at the top Nothing could be , and my hair would not behave, and stuck out in rebellious waves and curls everywhere