under pretence of coaxing Charlie, actually patting Willis on the shoulder, and stroking his hair, and going through all the usual sisterly methods of consolation.
"By the bye, young ladies, I have brought you some parasols suitable for the day," he said, producing two striking articles of guipure and white silk; "there is a terrible want of shade at Marble Hall, and you will be burnt alive."
"Really," said Rose afterwards to her sister, "I thought I should have fainted if I had known how, when Charles gave us those parasols, and seemed to care whether we should be tanned or not. They are exactly like that parasol of Miss Monteneros' that we admired so much. Janet, he must be in love with Rachel, and all this change is her doing."
"I should not be surprised," said Janet shaking her head sagely. "When people are in love, they are so very benevolent, at least, so I have always heard, of course I know nothing about it. But I am sure there
