archways here, don't they. They like to have a carriage to carry home the things—those ladies of mine. Then they're sure they've got them." The ladies, after this, to do them justice, were not very long in appearing. They came toward us, from under the archway to which Mr. Ruck had somewhat invidiously alluded, slowly and with a rather exhausted step and expression. My companion looked at them a moment, as they advanced. "They're tired," he said softly. "When they're tired, like that, it's very expensive."
"Well," said Mrs. Ruck, "I'm glad you've had some company." Her husband looked at her, in silence, through narrowed eyelids, and I suspected that this gracious observation on the lady's part was prompted by a restless conscience.
Miss Sophy glanced at me with her little straightforward air of defiance. "It would have been more proper if we had had the company. Why didn't you come after us, instead of sitting there?" she asked of Mr. Ruck's companion.
"I was told by your father," I explained, "that you were engaged in sacred rites." Miss Ruck was
