was sharply and curiously watching the relation between himself and his wife. He had no fear of her detecting misgivings which were not yet acknowledged to himself, but was instinctively on his guard in her presence.
It was not many days before Philip called. Julia received him cordially, as the friend of her husband, while Clementina bowed with an impassive face, without rising from her seat. Philip, however, crossed the room and gave her his hand, saying cheerily: "We used to be old friends, Miss Blessing. You have not forgotten me?"
"We cannot forget when we have been asked to do so," she warbled.
Philip took a chair. "Eight years!" he said: "I am the only one who has changed in that time."
Julia looked at her sister, but the latter was apparently absorbed in comparing some zephyr tints.
"The whirligig of time!" he exclaimed: "who can foresee anything? Then I was an ignorant, petted young aristocrat,—an expectant heir; now behold me, working among miners and puddlers and forgemen! It's a rough but wholesome change. Would you believe it, Mrs. Asten, I've forgotten the mazurka!"
"I wish to forget it," Julia replied: "the spring-house is as important to me as the furnace to you."
"Have you seen the Hopetons lately?" Clementina asked. Joseph saw a shade pass over Philip's face, and he seemed to hesitate a moment before answering: "I hear they will be neighbors of mine next summer. Mr. Hopeton is interested in the new branch down the valley, and has purchased the old Calvert property for a country residence."
"Indeed? Then you will often see them."
"I hope so: they are very agreeable people. But I shall
