me observe, that it is his request--but he makes no stipulation of it that you will ultimately assume the name of Beltham, subscribing yourself Harry Lepel Richmond Beltham; or, if it pleases you, Richmond-Beltham, with the junction hyphen. Needless to say, he leaves it to your decision. And now, Mr. Harry, I have done, and may most cordially congratulate you on the blessings it has pleased a kind and discerning Providence to shower on your head.' None so grimly ironical as the obsequious! I thought of Burgin's 'discerning' providence (he spoke with all professional sincerity) in after days. On the occasion I thought of nothing but the squire's straight- forwardness, and grieved to have to wound him. Janet helped me. She hinted with a bashfulness, quite new to her, that I must go through some ceremony. Guessing what it was, I saluted her on the cheek. The squire observed that a kiss of that sort might as well have been planted on her back hair. 'But,' said he, and wisely, 'I'd rather have the girl worth ten of you, than you be more than her match. Girls like my girl here are precious.' Owing to her intercession, he winked at my departure after I had done duty among the tenants; he barely betrayed his vexation, and it must have been excessive. Heriot and I rode over to Dipwell. Next night we rode back by moonlight with matter for a year of laughter, singing like two Arabian poets praises of dark and fair, challengeing one to rival the other. Kiomi! Mabel! we shouted separately. We had just seen the dregs of the last of the birthday Burgundy. 'Kiomi! what a splendid panther she is!' cries Heriot; and I: 'Teeth and claws, and a skin like a burnt patch on a common! Mabel's like a wonderful sunflower.' 'Butter and eggs! old Richie, and about as much fire as a rushlight. If the race were Fat she 'd beat the world.' 'Heriot, I give you my word of honour, the very look of her 's eternal Summer. Kiomi rings thin--she tinkles; it 's the difference between metal and flesh.' 'Did she tinkle, as you call it, when that fellow Destrier, confound him! touched her?' 'The little cat! Did you notice Mabel's blush?' 'How could I help it? We've all had a dozen apiece. You saw little Kiomi curled up under the hop and briony?' 'I took her for a dead jackdaw.' 'I took her for what she is, and she may slap, scream, tear, and bite, I 'll take her yet-and all her tribe crying thief, by way of a diversion. She and I are footed a pair.' His impetuosity surpassed mine so much that I fell to brooding on the superior image of my charmer. The result was, I could not keep away from her. I managed to get home with leaden limbs. Next day I was back at Dipwell.