was better since she had been in bed," and bade goodnight, to the evident discomfort of Arthur, who yet could not forbear laughing at the way "in which the old cat had choused them."

"She will not do so when you come back, Arthur, depend upon it—the ban will soon be taken off, I trust."

Arthur did not understand what his brother meant, nor, at the moment, care to inquire; for, a light appearing in an upper room, he was content to gaze upon it, and, like Lorenzo,