How superior to the cartoons in our English comic journals! Irene. IRENE. Yes, mamma? MRS. STONEHAY. Come here, child. [_To WEAVER._] What is the subject? WEAVER. The Break of Day, ma’am. The black cloud underneath is departin’ Night--the nood figure reclinin’ on it is Early Morning. MRS. STONEHAY. Ugh! Never mind, Irene. IRENE. Mamma, do you remember a girl who was at school at Helmstead during my last term--a little thing named Brudenell? MRS. STONEHAY. No--why? IRENE. I am certain that the boy asleep there is the brother who came down every Saturday to visit her. MRS. STONEHAY. Dear me! [_To PRISCILLA._] My good girl. Is that young gentleman’s name Brudenell? PRISCILLA. Yes, ma’am. It’s Mr. Wilfrid, Mrs. Renshaw’s brother. MRS. STONEHAY. Mrs. Renshaw! Miss Brudenell is married? PRISCILLA. A month ago, ma’am. MRS. STONEHAY. At home, I hope? PRISCILLA. She’s with Mr. Renshaw in the garden, ma’am. MRS. STONEHAY. [_Giving PRISCILLA a card._] Your mistress will be delighted to see Mrs. Stonehay and her daughter. She is well and happy? PRISCILLA. As happy as the day is long, ma’am. [_PRISCILLA disappears down the steps._] MRS. STONEHAY. Irene, this will save us the expense of tea at Fiesole. [_To WEAVER._] Oh, you will find a young lady outside--my companion; be good enough to tell her to walk on to Fiesole--we will follow in the carriage. IRENE. Oh, no, mamma--not walk! The girl looks painfully delicate. MRS. STONEHAY. My dear, I will _not_ overload poor dumb animals. WEAVER. Excuse me, ma’am, but it’s a terrible up-hill walk to Fiesole, and the sun is very hot at this time of the afternoon. MRS. STONEHAY. Thank you. The young lady is in my service. WEAVER. Oh, I beg pardon, ma’am. [_WEAVER goes._] IRENE. Here she comes, mamma--little Leslie Brudenell. She is quite a woman. MRS. STONEHAY. I forget her entirely. We won’t waste much time here; we’ll just ascertain their position, take tea, and leave. IRENE. Oh, mamma, will you never admit that one may know people out of pure liking and nothing further! MRS. STONEHAY. My dear, do remember my creed! Men and women are sent into the world to help each other. Unfortunately I can help nobody, but it is none the less the solemn duty of others to help me. [_LESLIE, looking very bright and happy, runs up the steps, meets IRENE and embraces her affectionately._] LESLIE. Dear Irene! IRENE. You remember me? LESLIE. Remember you! You were kind to me at Helmstead. IRENE. I think you saw my mother once. [_LESLIE bows to MRS. STONEHAY, and is joined by DUNSTAN RENSHAW, who has lost his dissipated look, and whose manner towards LESLIE is gentle, watchful, and tender._] LESLIE. This is my husband. [_DUNSTAN bows._] MRS. STONEHAY. Very happy. LESLIE. You will let me give you some tea? MRS. STONEHAY. It seems barbarous to intrude upon people so recently married. DUNSTAN RENSHAW.