than his language; Francis felt himself exposed to the most cruel,

blighting, and unbearable contempt; his head turned, and he covered

his face with his hands, uttering at the same time a tearless sob

of agony. But Miss Vandeleur once again interfered in his behalf.

"Mr. Scrymgeour," she said, speaking in clear and even tones, "you

must not be concerned at my father's harsh expressions. I felt no

disgust for you; on the contrary, I asked an opportunity to make

your better acquaintance. As for what has passed to-night, believe