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Rh 'I am tacitly rebuked again then, sir,' said Pierre, slowly; 'but I admit that perhaps you are again in the right. And now, madam, since Mr. Falsgrave and yourself have a little business together, to which my presence is not necessary, and may possibly prove quite dispensable, permit me to leave you. I am going off on a long ramble, so you need not wait dinner for me. Good morning, Mr. Falsgrave; good morning, madam,' looking toward his mother.

As the door closed upon him, Mr. Falsgrave spoke—'Mr. Glendinning looks a little pale to-day; has he been ill?'

'Not that I know of,' answered the lady, indifferently, 'but did you ever see a young gentleman so stately as he was? Extraordinary!' she murmured; 'what can this mean—Madam—Madam? But your cup is empty again, sir'—reaching forth her hand.

'No more, no more, madam,' said the clergyman.

'Madam? Pray don't madam me any more, Mr. Falsgrave; I have taken a sudden hatred to that title.'

'Shall it be Your Majesty, then?' said the clergyman, gallantly; 'the May Queens are so styled, and so should be the Queens of October.'

Here the lady laughed. 'Come,' said she, 'let us go into another room, and settle the affair of that infamous Ned and that miserable Delly.'

V

The swiftness and unrepellableness of the billow which, with its first shock, had so profoundly whelmed Pierre, had not only poured into his soul a tumult of entirely new images and emotions, but, for the time, it almost entirely drove out of him all previous ones. The things that any way bore directly upon the pregnant fact of Isabel, these