Rose drew back a little. There was something unusual, it seemed, in Cuthbert’s pronunciation of her pretty name, for it made her blush; and by a strange sympathy Mr. Charteris blushed too. “When shall we start? for I suppose you will go with me to Edinburgh,” continued Charteris. Harry hesitated a moment. “I must go down to the office to-morrow,” he said, with his joyous face unclouded. “Your cousin Dick and I had something which I thought a quarrel. It was nothing but a few angry words after all. I will go down to-morrow.” Harry had entirely forgotten how angry he was--entirely forgotten the insulting things Dick Buchanan said, and what a humiliation he had felt it would be, to enter that office again. Poor Harry was humble now. He had such a happy ease of forgetting, that he did not feel it necessary to forgive. Bright, sanguine, overflowing with generous emotions, Harry in his new wealth and happiness that night could not remember that there was any one in the world other than a friend. END OF VOL. I. LONDON: Printed by Schulze and Co., 13, Poland Street. FOOTNOTE: [1] Another feminine craft peculiar to the “west country,” where many young girls, of a class inferior to the workers of embroidery and opening, are employed to clip the loose threads from webs of worked muslin. Corrections The first line indicates the original, the second the correction. p. 198 that Nature, in learning to make the lily, turned out the convolvolus. that Nature, in learning to make the lily, turned out the convolvulus. p. 213 but its postcript but its postscript p. 264 to make bootless nquiries to make bootless inquiries