Chapter 35 No.35

So, Lady Flora, take my lay,

And if you find a meaning there,

Oh! whisper to your glass, and say,

What wonder, if he thinks me fair.-Tennyson.

Flora and Norman were dining with one of their county acquaintance, and Dr. May had undertaken to admit them on their return. The fire shone red and bright, as it sank calmly away, and the timepi