es. We took a fancy to one another. I was very young, and perhaps she liked the idea of guiding my virgin steps on the hard road of letters; while for me it wa

xercise their dexterity. It gushes forth like an oil-well, and the sympathetic pour out their sympathy with an abandon that is sometimes embarrassing to their victims. There are bosoms on which so many tears have been shed

y in it, but the domestic cow is only too glad to b

one could say such bitter things; on the ot

le dining-room were pleasant; the table looked nice, the two maids were trim and comely; the food was well cooked. It was impossible not to see that Mrs. Strickland was an excellent housekeeper. And you felt sure that she was an admirable mother. There were photographs in the drawi

ne day, when I was looking at the photograph, "b

mother's, fell over her shoulders in fine profusion, and sh

them the image

are more like me

ever let me mee

you l

a little; it was singular that a woman of that age should f

l literary," she said. "H

er, as though, by acknowledging the worst about him, she

and he's a typical broker. I

bore you?

to be his wife. I'm

d make the sort of gibe that such a confession could hardly have failed t

esn't even make much money on the Stock E

hould like h

ime, but mind, you come at your own risk; do