had thus taken place in a few minutes! They had been so dull sitting there alone; alone, though each with the other who had filled her life for more than twenty years; and now all was lightened, palpitating with life. “Be good, sir,” said Elinor, pushing him into a chair as if he had been a great dog, “and quiet and well-behaved; and then you shall have some supper. But tell us first where you have come from, and what put it into your head to come here.” “I came up direct from my brother Lomond’s shooting-box. Reply No. 1. What put it into my head to come? Love, I suppose, and the bright eyes of a certain little witch called Nell. I ought to have been in Ireland for a sort of a farewell visit there; but when I found I could steal two days, you may imagine I knew very well what to do with them. Eh? Oh, it’s mamma that frightens you, I see.” “It is kind of you to give Elinor two days when you have so many other engagements,” said Mrs. Dennistoun, turning away. But he was not in the least abashed. “Yes, isn’t it?” he said; “my last few days of freedom. I consider I deserve the prize for virtue--to cut short my very last rampage; and she will not as much as give me a kiss! I think she is ashamed before you, Mrs. Dennistoun.” “It would not be surprising if she were,” said Mrs. Dennistoun, gravely. “I am old-fashioned, as you may perceive.” “Oh, you don’t need to tell me that,” said he; “one can see it with half an eye. Come here, Nell, you little coquette: or I shall tell the Jew you were afraid of mamma, and you will never hear an end of it as long as you live.” “Elinor, I think you had better see, perhaps, what there is to make up as good a meal as possible for Mr. Compton,” said her mother, sitting down opposite to the stranger, whose long limbs were stretched over half the floor, with the intention of tripping up Elinor, it seemed; but she glided past him and went on her way--not offended, oh, not at all--waving her hand to him as she avoided the very choice joke of his stretched-out foot. “Mr. Compton,” said Mrs. Dennistoun, “you will be Elinor’s husband in less than a fortnight.” “I hope so,” he said, displaying the large cavern of a yawn under his black moustache as he looked her in the face. “And after that I will have no right to interfere; but, in the meantime, this is my house, and I hope you will remember that these ways are not mine, and that I am too old-fashioned to like them. I prefer a little more respect to your betrothed.” “Oh, respect,” he said. “I have never found that girls like too much respect. But as you please. Well, look here, Nell,” he said, catching her by the arm as she came back and swinging her towards him, “your mother thinks I’m too rough with you, my little dear.”