As for Vincent, he persists in saying that the defence is a fib from beginning to end, and that the Trotters were agreed to deceive Lady Raikes. But who hasn't had his best actions misinterpreted by calumny? And what innocence or good will can disarm jealousy? * * * * * Very different from THACKARAY is the genial Mrs. S. C. HALL, from whom we have EDWARD LAYTON'S REWARD. "I could not have believed it!" exclaimed Mrs. Pierce Bradshaw. "I could not have believed it!" she repeated, over and over again; and she fell into a fit of abstraction. Her husband, who had been glancing wearily over a magazine, turning leaf after leaf without reading, or perhaps seeing even the heading of a page, at length said, "I could!" "You have large faith, my dear," observed the lady. "Fortunately for Selina, I had no faith in him," was the reply. Mrs. Pierce Bradshaw was not an eloquent person; she never troubled her husband or any one else with many words; so she only murmured, in a subdued tone, "Fortunately, indeed!" "What a fellow he was!" said Mr. P. Bradshaw, as he closed the magazine. "Do you remember how delighted you were with him the evening of the _tableaux_ at Lady Westrophe's? There was something so elegant and dignified in his bearing; so much ease and grace of manner; his address was perfect--the confidence of a well-bred gentleman, subdued almost, but not quite, into softness by the timidity of youth. This was thrown into strong relief by the manners of the young men of the family, whose habits and voices might have entitled them to take the lead, even now, in the go-a-head school, which then was hardly in existence--at all events in England." "You were quite as much taken with him as I was." "No, my dear, not _quite_. Edward Layton was especially suited for the society of ladies. His tastes and feelings are--or _were_ at that time--all sincerely refined; he was full of the impulse of talent, which he never had strength to bring forth: his thoughts were ever wandering, and he needed perpetual excitement, particularly the excitement of beauty and music, to bring them and keep them where he _was_. He was strongly and strangely moved by excellence of any kind, so that it _was_ excellence; and the only thing I ever heard him express contempt for was wealth!--yes wealth!" "I could not have believed it," said Mrs. Pierce Bradshaw again. "That particular night it was whispered he was engaged to Lelia Medwin. When she sung, he stood like a young Apollo at her harp, too entranced to turn over the leaves of music, his eyes overflowing with delight, and the poor little girl so bewitched by his attentions that she fancied every whisper a declaration of love." "Shameful!" said Mrs. Pierce Bradshaw. "Then her mother showed every one what a lovely sketch he had made of Lelia's head, adding, that indeed it was too lovely; but then, he was a _partial_ judge." "She was a silly woman," observed the lady.