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"I was in Scotland last week," she said "I didn't find it quiet It was at one of those theatrical Highland houses where they pipe you to sleep and pipe you to breakfast I used to have to sit up all night by the fire and read Marius the Epicurean, to compose hing "I always soothe ht "And do you know I reat friend of his? His name was Haystoun"

"Do you remember his Christian name?" he asked

"Lewis," she said without hesitation

He laughed "He is a man who should only have one name and that his Christian one I never heard him called 'Haystoun' in my life How is he?"

"He see at rather a loose end What is wrong with hi to do; to have fallen out of his niche, you know And he looks so extraordinarily clever"

"He is extraordinarily clever But if I undertook to tell you rong with Lewie Haystoun, I should never get to the House to-night The vitality of a great fa and able, and yet, unless theTwo hundred years ago he ht have led soht have been another Raleigh Six hundred, and there would have been a new crusade But as it is, he is out of harmony with his times; life is too easy and e is in petty and recondite things, and Lewie is not fitted to understand it And all this, you see, spells a kind of cowardice: and if you have a friend who is a hero out of joint, a greatsort of civilization, and all the while one who is building up for himself with the world and in his own heart the reputation of a coward, you naturally grow hot and bitter"

The lady looked curiously at the speaker She had never heard the silent politician speak so earnestly before

"It seems to me a clear case of chercher la femme," said she

"That," said Wratislaith emphasis, "is the needle-point of the whole business He has fallen in love with just the wrong sort of woood, a deh, too, to see Lewie's merits, too weak to hope to remedy them, and too full of prejudice to accept theedy"