and slobbering in an ecstacy of delight, at her light approach and soft caress. She had no fear of them; but she was a Hanbury born, and the tale went, that they and their kind knew all Hanburys instantly, and acknowledged their supremacy, ever since the ancestors of the breed had been brought from the East by the great Sir Urian Hanbury, who lay with his legs crossed on the altar-tomb in the church. Moreover, it was reported that, not fifty years before, one of these dogs had eaten up a child, which had inadvertently strayed within reach of its chain. So you may imagine how most people preferred the terrace-door. Mr. Gray did not seem to care for the dogs. It might be absence of mind, for I have heard of his starting away from their sudden spring when he had unwittingly walked within reach of their chains; but it could hardly have been absence of mind, when one day he went right up to one of them, and patted him in the most friendly manner, the dog meanwhile looking pleased, and affably wagging his tail, just as if Mr. Gray had been a Hanbury. We were all very much puzzled by this, and to this day I have not been able to account for it. But now let us go back to the terrace-door, and the footman sitting in the antechamber. One morning we heard a parleying which rose to such a vehemence, and lasted for so long, that my lady had to ring her hand-bell twice before the footman heard it. “What is the matter, John?” asked she, when he entered. “A little boy, my lady, who says he comes from Mr. Horner, and must see your ladyship. Impudent little lad!” (this last to himself.) “What does he want?” “That’s just what I have asked him, my lady, but he won’t tell me, please your ladyship.” “It is, probably, some message from Mr. Horner,” said Lady Ludlow, with just a shade of annoyance in her manner; for it was against all etiquette to send a message to her, and by such a messenger too! “No! please your ladyship, I asked him if he had any message, and he said no, he had none; but he must see your ladyship for all that.” “You had better show him in then, without more words,” said her ladyship, quietly, but still, as I have said, rather annoyed. As if in mockery of the humble visitor, the footman threw open both battants of the door, and in the opening their stood a lithe, wiry lad, with a thick head of hair, standing out in every direction, as if stirred by some electrical current, a short, brown face, red now from affright and excitement, wide, resolute mouth, and bright, deep-set eyes; which glanced keenly and rapidly round the room, as if taking in everything (and all was new and strange) to be thought and puzzled over at some future time. He knew enough of manners not to speak first to one above him in rank, or else he was afraid. “What do you want with me?” asked my lady; in so gentle a tone that it seemed to surprise and stun him. “An’t please your ladyship?” said he, as if he had been deaf.