upon my faults, which are entirely those of education. What
was it, Mr. Carleton?"

"I suppose," said he, smiling, "it might be traced more or
less remotely to the restlessness incident to human nature."

"But you are not restless, Mr. Carleton," said Florence, with
a glance which might be taken as complimentary.

"And knowing that I am," said Constance, in comic impatience,
"you are maliciously prolonging my agonies. It is not what I
expected of you, Mr. Carleton."

"My dear," said her father, "Mr. Carleton, I am sure, will
fulfil all reasonable expectations. What is the matter?"

"I asked him where a certain tribe of Indians was to be found,
Papa, and he told me they were supposed originally to have
come across Behring's Strait, one cold winter."

Mr. Evelyn looked a little doubtfully, and Constance with so
unhesitating gravity, that the gravity of nobody else was
worth talking about.

"But it is so uncommon," said Mrs. Evelyn, when they had done
laughing, "to see an Englishman of your class here at all,
that when he comes a second time we may be forgiven for
wondering what has procured us such an honour."

"Women may always be forgiven for wondering, my dear," said