His daughter is not like him. In repose, her features are ordinary; nor did they for one moment recall to me the flashing, youthful face, full of action and energy, which had amused me that night at the Cedars. Some faces catch the reflection of the moment so vividly, that you never see them twice alike. Others, solidly and composedly handsome scarcely vary at all, and I think it is of these last that one would soonest weary. Irregular features have generally most character. The Venus di Medici would have made a very stupid fireside companion, nor would I venture to enter, for Oxford honours, a son who had the profile of the Apollo Belvidere. Treherne is evidently of a different opinion. He sat beaming out admiration upon that large, fair, statuesque woman, who had turned so that her pure Greek profile was distinctly visible against the red cloth of' the high pew. She might have known what a pretty picture she was making. She will please Sir William, who admires beauty, and she seems refined enough, even for Lady Augusta Treherne. I thought to myself, the lad might have gone farther and fared worse. His marriage was sure to have been one of pure accident: he is not a young man either to have had the decision to choose, or the firmness to win and keep. Service ended, he asked me what I thought of her; and I said much as I have written here. He appeared satisfied. "You must stay and be introduced to the family: the father remains in church. I shall walk home with them. Ah, she sees us." The lad was all eagerness and excitement. He must be considerably in earnest. "Now, Doctor, come, nay, pray do." For I hesitated. Hesitation was too late, however: the introduction took place: Treherne hurried it over; though I listened acutely, I could not be certain of the name. It seemed to be, as I already believed, _Johnson_. Treherne's beauty met him, all smiles, and he marched off by her side in a most determined manner, the eldest sister following and joining the pair, doubtless to the displeasure of one, or both. She, whom I did not remember seeing before, is a little sharp-speaking woman, pretty, but faded-looking, with very black eyes. The other sister, left behind, fell in with me. We walked side by side through the churchyard, and into the road. As I held the wicket gate open for her to pass, she looked up, smiled, and said:-- "I suppose you do not remember me, Dr. Urquhart!" I replied, "Yes I did:" that she was the young lady who "hated soldiers." She blushed extremely, glanced at Treherne, and said, not without dignity:-- "It would be a pity to remember all the foolish things I have uttered, especially on that evening." "I was not aware they were foolish; the impression left on me was that we had had a very pleasant conversation, which included far more sensible topics than are usually discussed at balls." "You do not often go to balls?" "No." "Do you dislike them?" "Not always." "Do you think they are wrong?"