"God bless you," said her father earnestly. "But is it true? Yesterday was so sultry every one felt ill. It was a most unlucky day for Mr. Donaldson to see her on."
So he went away to his day's duties, now increased by the preparation of some lectures he had promised to deliver to the working people at a neighbouring Lyceum. He had chosen Ecclesiastical Architecture as his subject, rather more in accordance with his own taste and knowledge than as falling in with the character of the place or the desire for particular kinds of information among those to whom he was to lecture. And the institution itself, being in debt, was only too glad to get a gratis course from an educated and accomplished man like Mr. Hale, let the subject be what it might.
"Well, mother," asked Mr. Thornton that night, "who have accepted your invitations for the twenty-first?"

'God bless you,' said her father, earnestly. 'Yesterday was so sultry everyone felt ill. It was a most unlucky day for Mr. Donaldson to see her.' So he went away to his day's duties, which were now increased by some lectures he had promised to deliver on Church Architecture.
'Well, mother,' asked Mr. Thornton that night, 'who have accepted your invitations for the twenty-first?'
