And now for my news! I suppose that G. T. will in a tremendously short period become Mistress F. H. 'A long day, my Lord.' But, if you are to be hung, better be hung at once. Père Tringle has not consented,--has done just the reverse,--has turned me out of his house, morally. That is, out of his London house. He asked of my 'house and my home,' as they did of Allan-a-Dale. Queen's Gate and Glenbogie stand fair on the hill. "My home," quoth bold Houston, "shows gallanter still. 'Tis the garret up three pair--" Then he told me roughly to get me gone; but 'I had laughed on the lass with my bonny black eye.' So the next day I got an invite to Glenbogie, and at the appropriate time in August, She'll go to the mountains to hear a love tale, And the youth-- it will be told by is to be your poor unfortunate coz, Frank Houston. Who's going to whimper? Haven't I known all along what was to come? It has not been my lot in life to see a flower and pick it because I love it. But a good head of cabbage when you're hungry is wholesome food.--Your loving cousin, but not loving as he oughtn't to love, FRANK HOUSTON. I shall still make a dash for the Tyrol when this episode at Glenbogie is over. CHAPTER XV. AYALA WITH HER FRIENDS. Some few days after Lady Tringle had been at Kingsbury Crescent, two visitors, who knew little or nothing of each other, came to see Ayala. One was a lady and the other a gentleman, and the lady came first. The gentleman, however, arrived before the lady had gone. Mrs. Dosett was present while the lady remained; but when the gentleman came she was invited to leave him alone with her niece,--as shall be told.