“As good a one as any whose hand you could cross with a shilling.” “Will you tell me my fortune?” “No; I never tell the fortunes of ladies, because your sex is credulous, and a lady might believe what I tell her. And when we believe such and such is to be our fate, we are too apt to work out our life into the verification of the belief. If Lady Macbeth had disbelieved in the witches, she would never have persuaded her lord to murder Duncan.” “But can you not predict me a more cheerful fortune than that tragical illustration of yours seems to threaten?” “The future is never cheerful to those who look on the dark side of the question. Mr. Gray is too good a poet for people to read nowadays, otherwise I should refer you to his lines in the ‘Ode to Eton College,’-- “‘See how all around us wait The ministers of human fate, And black Misfortune’s baleful train.’ “Meanwhile it is something to enjoy the present. We are young; we are listening to music; there is no cloud over the summer stars; our conscience is clear; our hearts untroubled: why look forward in search of happiness? shall we ever be happier than we are at this moment?” Here Mr. Travers came up. “We are going to supper in a few minutes,” said he; “and before we lose sight of each other, Mr. Chillingly, I wish to impress on you the moral fact that one good turn deserves another. I have yielded to your wish, and now you must yield to mine. Come and stay a few days with me, and see your benevolent intentions carried out.” Kenelm paused. Now that he was discovered, why should he not pass a few days among his equals? Realities or shams might be studied with squires no less than with farmers; besides, he had taken a liking to Travers. That graceful _ci-devant_ Wildair, with the slight form and the delicate face, was unlike rural squires in general. Kenelm paused, and then said frankly,-- “I accept your invitation. Would the middle of next week suit you?” “The sooner the better. Why not to-morrow?” “To-morrow I am pre-engaged to an excursion with Mr. Bowles. That may occupy two or three days, and meanwhile I must write home for other garments than those in which I am a sham.” “Come any day you like.” “Agreed.” “Agreed; and, hark! the supper-bell.”