observed the door open, and another candle glowed upon Jacintha's
comely peasant-face in the doorway; she dived into the shadow, and
emerged into light again close to the table, with napkins on her
arm."

The book abounds, as indeed all its companions do, in quaint passages,
comical turns of a word, shrewd sayings,--of which a handful:--

'"Now you know,' said Dard, 'if I am to do this little job to-day,
I must start.'

"'Who keeps you?' was the reply.

"Thus these two loved."

Dard, by the way, being an entirely new addition to the novelists'
_corps dramatique_, and almost a Shakspearian character.

"It was her feelings, her confidence, the little love wanted,--not
her secret: that lay bare already to the shrewd young minx,--I beg
her pardon,--lynx."

Another involves a curious philosophy, summed up in the following
formula:--

"She does not love him quite enough.

"He loves her a little too much. Cure,--marriage."

But there are one or two scenes in this tale of "White Lies" perfectly