'AIRY FAIRY LILIAN'.' 239
Chetwoode's gentle voice. ' I want to see that dear
chUd very badly, and how can I notice aU her pretty
ways unless she stavs in the house -with me?'
' Say yes, Mrs. Steyne,' entreats Tafly; ' I shall die
of grief if you refuse.'
' Oh, that! Yes, Auntie, I shaU ccme, thank you,
if only to preserve Mr.—Taffy's Hfe. But, indeed, I
shaU be deHghted to cret back to the dear old home
for awhUe; it is so duU at Stevnemore aU bv our¬
' Thank you, darHng,' says Tom, meekly.
After dinner Mrs. Steyne, who Las taken a fancy to
LUian, seats herself beside her in the dra"wing-room
and chatters to her unceasingly of aU things kno-wn.
and unknown. Guv co-miner in later -with the other
men, sinks into a chair near Mabel, and with Miss
Beauchamp's Fanchette upon his knee employs him¬
self in stroking it and answering ^Mabel's numerous
questions. He hardly looks at LiHan, and certainly
never addresses her, in which he shows his wisdom.
' No, I can't bear the countrv.' Mrs. Stevne is
saying. " It depresses me,'
' In the spring surely it is preferable to to"wn,' savs
• Is it ? I suppose so, becanse I have so often
heard it, but my taste is vitiated. I am not myself
out of London. Of course Tom and I go somewhere
every year, but it is to please fashion we g(>, not
because we like it. Yon ^ill say I exarx:erate when I
teU you that I find music in the-very rcli of the rest¬
LiHan tells her that she -wUl be hazily off for rr-'asic
of that kind at Stevnemore; but perhaps the bfrds wUl
make np for the loss.'
' No, you -wUl prchably think me a poor creature
when I confess to you I prefer Albani to the sweetest
nightingale that ever triUed ; that I simply detest the
di^ordant noise made bv the melancholv la::nb; that I