arm in arm, but I looked around in vain for Lois.

“She is doubtless gone a-boating with her elegant senior Ensign,” said Lana sweetly, from the window. “If you run fast you may kill him. yet, Euan.”

“I was looking for nobody,” said I stiffly, and marched out, ridding them of my company — which I think was what they both desired.

Now, among other and importunate young fops, the senior Ensign and his frippery and his marked attention to Lois, and his mincing but unfeigned devotion to her, had irritated me to the very verge of madness.

Twice, to my proper knowledge, this fellow had had her in an Oneida canoe, and with a guitar at that; and, damn him, he sang with taste and