told her in Harley Street, of his opinion of what his own mediation in his brother's affairs might have done, if applied to in time.

She repeated it to Edward.

“THAT was exactly like Robert,” — was his immediate observation. — ”And THAT,” he presently added, “might perhaps be in HIS head when the acquaintance between them first began. And Lucy perhaps at first might think only of procuring his good offices in my favour. Other designs might afterward arise.”

How long it had been carrying on between them, however, he was equally at a loss with herself to make out; for at Oxford, where he had remained for choice ever since his quitting London, he had had no means of hearing of her but from herself, and her