Mrs. Crane was respectably dressed,--in silk iron-gray; she had crisped her flaky tresses into stiff hard ringlets, that fell like long screws from under a black velvet band. Mrs. Crane never wore a cap, nor could you fancy her in a cap; but the velvet band looked as rigid as if gummed to a hoop of steel. Her manner and tone of voice were those of an educated person, not unused to some society above the vulgar; and yet the visitor, in whom the reader recognizes the piscatorial Oxonian, with whom Waife had interchanged philosophy on the marge of the running brooklet, drew back as she advanced and spoke; and, bent on an errand of kindness, he was seized with a vague misgiving. MRS. CRANE (blandly).--"I fear they must be badly off. I hope they are not wanting the necessaries of life. But pray be seated, sir." She looked at him again, and with more respect in her address than she had before thrown into it, added, with a half courtesy, as she seated herself by his side, "A clergyman of the Established Church, I presume, sir?" OXONIAN (stammer, as on a former occasion, respectfully omitted).--"With this defect, ma'am!--But to the point. Some days ago I happened to fall in with an elderly person, such as is described, with a very pretty female child and a French dog. The man--gentleman, perhaps I may call him, judging from his conversation--interested me much; so did the little girl. And if I could be the means of directing real friends anxious to serve them--" Mrs. CRANE.--"You would indeed be a benefactor. And where are they now, sir?" OXONIAN.--"That I cannot positively tell you. But before I say more, will you kindly satisfy my curiosity? He is perhaps an eccentric person,--this Mr. Waife?--a little--" The Oxonian stopped, and touched his forehead. Mrs. Crane made no prompt reply: she was musing. Unwarily the scholar continued: "Because, in that case, I should not like to interfere." MRS. CRANE.--"Quite right, sir. His own friends would not interfere with his roving ways, his little whims on any account. Poor man, why should they? He has no property for them to covet. But it is a long story. I had the care of that dear little girl from her infancy, sweet child!" OXONIAN.--"So she seems." MRS. CRANE.--"And now she has a most comfortable home provided for her; and a young girl, with good friends, ought not to be tramping about the country, whatever an old man may do. You must allow that, sir?" OXONIAN.--"Well,--yes, I allow that; it occurred to me. But what is the man?--the gentleman?" MRS. CRANE.--"Very 'eccentric,' as you say, and inconsiderate, perhaps, as to the little girl. We will not call it insane, sir. But--are you married?" OXONIAN (blushing).--"No, ma'am." MRS. CRANE.--"But you have a sister, perhaps?" OXONIAN.--"Yes; I have one sister." MRS. CRANE.--"Would you like your sister to be running about the country in that way,--carried off from her home, kindred, and friends?"