and follow her thoughts. »Dear me!« she exclaimed. »I noticed a change in Letty Dale last night: and to-day. She looked fresher and younger; extremely well: which is not what I can say for you, my friend. Fatalizing is not good for the complexion.« »Don't take away my health, pray!« cried Willoughby, with a snapping laugh. »Be careful,« said Mrs. Mountstuart. »You have got a sentimental tone. You talk of feelings crushed of old. It is to a woman, not to a man that you speak, but that sort of talk is a way of making the ground slippery. I listen in vain for a natural tongue; and when I don't hear it, I suspect plotting in men. You show your under-teeth too at times when you draw in a breath, like a condemned high-caste Hindoo my husband took me to see in a jail in Calcutta, to give me some excitement when I was pining for England. The creature did it regularly as he breathed; you did it last night, and you have been doing it to-day, as if the air cut you to the quick. You have been spoilt. You have been too much anointed. What I've just mentioned is a sign with me of a settled something on the brain of a man.« »The brain?« said Sir Willoughby, frowning. »Yes, you laugh sourly, to look at,« said she. »Mountstuart told me that the muscles of the mouth betray men sooner than the eyes, when they have cause to be uneasy in their minds.« »But, ma'am, I shall not break my word; I shall not, not; I intend, I have resolved to keep it. I do not fatalize, let my complexion be black or white. Despite my resemblance to a high-class malefactor of the Calcutta prison-wards ...« »Friend! friend! you know how I chatter.« He saluted her finger-ends. »Despite the extraordinary display of teeth, you will find me go to execution with perfect calmness; with a resignation as good as happiness.« »Like a Jacobite lord under the Georges.« »You have told me that you wept to read of one: like him, then. My principles have not changed, if I have. When I was younger, I had an idea of a wife who would be with me in my thoughts as well as