*AIRY FAIRY LILIAN.' 21
oblige Trant'—looking at his mother—' by having her
at The Cottage as a tenant.'
' It looks very suspicious, her being turned out of
her last place,' Cyril says in an uncomfortable tone.
* Perhaps------' Here he pauses somewhat mysteriously.
' Perhaps what ?' asks his mother, struck by hia
' Perhaps she is mad,'suggests Cyril in an awesome
whisper, ' An escaped lunatic—a maniac !'
' I know no one who borders so much on lunacy as
yourself,' says Guy. ' After all, what does it matter
whether our tenant is fat, fair, and forty, or a lean old,
maid ? It will oblige Trant, and it will keep the place
together. Mother, tell me to say yes.'
Thus desired, Lady Chetwoode gives the required
' A new tenant at The Cottage and a young lady
visitor—a permanent visitor! It only requires some
one to leave us a legacy in the shape of a newborn babe,
to make up the sum of our calamities,' says Cyril as he
steps out of the low French window and drops on to the
She was beautiful as the lily-bosomed Houri that gladdens the
visions of the poet when, soothed to dreams of pleasantness and
peace, the downy pinions of Sleep wave over his turbulent soul 1—
Prom the AraMc.
All the flowers at Chetwoode are rejoicing; their heads
are high uplifted, their sweetest perfumes are making
still more sweet the soft, coquettish wind that, stealing
past them, snatches their kisses ere they know.
It is a glorious day, fuH of life, and happy sunshine,
and music from the throats of many birds. All the
tenors, and sopranos, and contraltos of the air seem to
be having one vast concert, and are filling the woods