poor Mama--and on the road he picked up an object he had known at school,
and this creature, in shameful garments, is seen in the field where Rose
and Evan are riding--in a dreadful hat--Rose might well laugh at it!--he
is seen running away from an old apple woman, whose fruit he had consumed
without means to liquidate; but, of course, he rushes bolt up to Evan
before all his grand company, and claims acquaintance, and Evan was base
enough to acknowledge him! He disengaged himself so far well by tossing
his purse to the wretch, but if he knows not how to--cut, I assure him it
will be his ruin. Resolutely he must cast the dust off his shoes, or he
will be dragged down to their level. By the way, as to hands and feet,
comparing him with the Jocelyn men, he has every mark of better blood.
Not a question about it. As Papa would say--We have Nature's proof.

'Looking out on a beautiful lawn, and the moon, and all sorts of trees, I
must now tell you about the ladies here.

'Conning undid me to-night. While Conning remains unattached, Conning is
likely to be serviceable. If Evan, would only give her a crumb, she
would be his most faithful dog. I fear he cannot be induced, and Conning
will be snapped up by somebody else. You know how susceptible she is
behind her primness--she will be of no use on earth, and I shall find
excuse to send her back immediately. After all, her appearance here was
all that was wanted.

'Mrs. Melville and her dreadful juvenile are here, as you may imagine--
the complete Englishwoman. I smile on her, but I could laugh. To see
the crow's-feet under her eyes on her white skin, and those ringlets, is
really too ridiculous. Then there is a Miss Carrington, Lady Jocelyn's
cousin, aged thirty-two--if she has not tampered with the register of her
birth. I should think her equal to it. Between dark and fair. Always