Mr. Lethbridge used to come and read to her sometimes, but she did not like him very much, and, indeed, he was not a cheering visitor. I used to wonder if he thought it was good for a sick person to hear the particulars of every case of illness and suffering in the parish. Mrs. Philippa paid us a visit, during Lent, with her husband. I never in all my life saw any one so pleased with being married. She could talk of nothing else, and uttered some speeches which made us young ones feel as if we did not know where to look. I never was fond of seeing over-much billing and cooing in public between even young married folks; but I never saw a bride and bridegroom of twenty-one so exasperatingly silly in this respect as Doctor and Mrs. Brown. However, she was very good-natured, and invited us all to visit her so seen as she should be settled in her new house, which, according to her description, was quite a palace. She was especially kind to Mrs. Chloe, and took great pains to amuse her. She staid a whole week, and then left her old home apparently without a single regret. We had another visitor during Lent, namely, Mr. Cheriton. It seems Mr. Lethbridge had business in Newcastle which would keep him there some three weeks, and Mr. Cheriton learning of it, arranged to exchange duties with him for that time. Oh what a comfort it was to have him preach again! He held service on Wednesdays and Fridays, and, as we always went to church, we saw him tolerably often. Mrs. Deborah invited him to make the Hall his home during his stay, but he declined, saying that there were so many cases of severe illness among the people—as, indeed, there were—that he wished to be near at hand in case of a sudden call. Mrs. Deborah admitted the validity of the excuse, but begged him to come to dinner or supper without ceremony, as he would always find a plate, and he did so with very tolerable frequency. Both parties kept carefully clear of politics, and I think Mrs. Deborah came to regard Mr. Cheriton's whiggery as more his misfortune than his fault—as a kind of disorder that ran in some families like gout. Mr. Cheriton was a fine musician, as I have said, and he brought us a great parcel of new music by the best composers. We used to sing together a deal, which was a great pleasure to Mrs. Chloe. Next to having a love affair of her own, was the pleasure of watching another's. But Mr. Cheriton did Mrs. Chloe good in other and better ways. He himself proposed that as she could not go to church, he should have prayers for her benefit every Sunday evening, after which he would read her his sermon. He was a true "son of consolation," and knew just what to say and what not. Whenever he spent the evening with us, we had evening prayers, which we did not at other times, and Mr. Cheriton usually said a few words upon the Gospel for the day or week.