“We have been quarrelling here a little, Mr. Rokesmith, but not more than we used; you know our agreeable ways among ourselves. You find me just going. Goodbye, mamma. Goodbye, Lavvy!” and with a kiss for each Miss Bella turned to the door. The Secretary would have attended her, but Mrs. Wilfer advancing and saying with dignity, “Pardon me! Permit me to assert my natural right to escort my child to the equipage which is in waiting for her,” he begged pardon and gave place. It was a very magnificent spectacle indeed, to see Mrs. Wilfer throw open the house-door, and loudly demand with extended gloves, “The male domestic of Mrs.