ministered to with the greatest delicacy and refinement, Lady Dedlock is. From the shining heights she has scaled and taken, she is never absent. Though the belief she of old reposed in herself as one able to reserve whatsoever she would under her mantle of pride is beaten down, though she has no assurance that what she is to those around her she will remain another day, it is not in her nature when envious eyes are looking on to yield or to droop. They say of her that she has lately grown more handsome and more haughty. The debilitated cousin says of her that she's beauty nough — tsetup shopofwomen — but rather larming kind — remindingmanfact — inconvenient woman — who WILL getoutofbedandbawthstahlishment — Shakespeare.

Mr. Tulkinghorn says nothing, looks nothing. Now, as heretofore, he