garret in Fleet Street he surveys the universe with the haughtiest eyes imaginable."
"How clever of him," said the lady, in a little melodious accent.
"Those eyes of his know everything," said the solicitor. "Before them human nature unveils the whole of its mysteries. They range over the stars in their courses, and he himself is familiar with spirits. They have already promised to enable him to conquer the world."
"He must be what they call a favorite of fortune," said the lady, with engaging laughter. "He must be clever."
"Yes; he confesses it."
"He is young," said the lady, with a tender little sigh.
She half-turned to meet the eyes of the young man, and looked straight into their sombre depths. Her own had a steadiness that was not at all imperious—they were not even faintly insolent; the candor of their inquiry was not so much as tinged with encounter. An infant staring with its ruthless curiosity into the human soul could have hardly dealt less in implication. Yet the act itself seemed to acquire for the young man the nature of a feat so meaningless, yet so charged with meaning did it appear. Only the support of a confident personal beauty rendered it possible; yet it was nothing at all, not even a comment, nor the formation of an opinion, hardly the faint awakening of an interest; all the same the blood had invaded Northcote's ears.
"You mustn't look at him so long," said Mr. Whitcomb, laughing. "You are making him shy."
"Pray look at me as long as you please," said
