" So would you perhaps if you had lived the best part of your life in an old house in the centre of a park on the Cornish moors, with only a brother and siflter for your companions, and nothing to do from morning to night but ride round your own land."

" Then why does he do it V* demanded Flossie. , " Why doesn't he take a house in London, and enjoy himself ? Why hain't he a yacht 1 Why doesn't he keep raca horses 1 Is he a miser 1"

"I think not. But he has never fallen into the way of spending his money, like other rich men. He is perhaps a 'little dull. He has no tastes or fancies. He has been brought up in a stupid seoluded way ; and he cleaves to his dull life and his old country house as a snail cleaves to his shell. He is not a bad fellow by any means. "

"I daresay not for those who can appreciate him," answered Flossie.
Barbara gazed dreamily out of the window at a blank space in the sky, and stifled a yawn. Floasie proceeded to the business of the day. She made her application with firmness, but with as much modesty as she could command ; and Mr Trevornock yielded with a better grace than usual tosping three sovereigns across hia desk for his younger daughter to pick up from among his papers. This she did deftly and then pushed the siege a little further.
