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of tears. Beautiful girl. my Sylvia,

Why, you quarreled with him SO at
dinner" she sobted out. you put
him down SO dreadfully. And the
worst of it is, Papa. Hugh was quite in
the right, only he was a great deal too
much of a gentleman to II AXE a scene
in the salle-a-manger by explaining to
you when you were 50 violent"
l stood aghast with horror. Had it
come to this, then: She called him
outright by his Christian name:
could hardly believe my ears. The
girl was wrecking ter life.
DO you mean to say, Sylvia" be-
gan sternly, that the person you call
Hugh is"
She broke me off with e short hys-
terical little laugh.
convulsive sort Of q gigglc. MIR. Amp
ton, of 'Ightield."
sylvia" l said, with di entity. draw
ing myself up once more, this is most
unbccOming. most unseem.y, most ir-
reverent. That you should call this
man by his CHI istian name to my face
Is bad enough. in ali cop>cience: but
that you should make fun Of his infirm-
tiles and his vulgarities il the SELF
same breath, and laugh OPENLY at his
perversiCns of the Queens English, is
simply unenduraDle My child, I'm
ashamed of you; for the first time in
my life, Sylvia. l declare Im ashamed
Of YOU"
"But, papa," Sylvia put IN, IF only
you'd listen to me! l do assure you
that Hugh is the most perfect gentle
man and the most chivalrous
My DEAR" said, putting my foot
down. Il won hear such trash. won't
attend to it. won't listen to it. The
man belongs by origin to the lower or
ders. His father was no doabt the son
of a sea-cook. He may loox very we'll
on the outside, but detect at once in
his speech the flavor of the great un-
wa shed, the mob, the ccmmonalty.
He's cad and nobody"
sylvia tried hard to speaa again, but
I wouldn't allow her. Thank heaven,
know TIE resources of Lr.' mother
her head with orat d ical rapidity.
The fellows a boor," | &C ntinued,
raising my voice as l went on: IA peas
a clown. a hind, a clodhoppsr Never
shall see you talking with q yokel
like that: a Philistine. a cockney, a
pumpkin. chawbacon. HES Goth,
Vandal. HottentOt, a Yahoo: d
common, mean, low. base, vile. snob-
bi h, scrubby, beggarly, rncivilized
Brtian. A lout who strews his his all
over the floor. an outcast, u savage, q
tramp. vagabond. and you call him
Hugh. It's diSgraceful. It's pre- coster-
GUS. Ii you choose t. associate with
the mob. the herd, the scum Of society,
the dregs OF the people, the ignoble
vulgar. the british proletariat, the
ri'f-raff, the rout, the tag-rag-and-bo bob
tail, you may do as you like; but don
try to drag me down with you in your
ia to e dunghill. The mans q
mushroom. a BOBBY, lout. absolutely
destitute of taste, or se use, or educa.
ton or feeling: an underlined snob. and
forbid you to speak to him. So you
know my wishes" With this last re-
mark, fired sideways at her head.
went over to the door. will admit. in
perhaps q somewhat excited AID heat
ed condition.
SYLVIA rose as | went and stood up to
her full height in her long silk train
and pretty evening dress. wen dens
that she looked beautiful, and queenly.
and indignant. Her nostrils quivereI
Papa" she said, vehem entity. like a
self-willed puss that she is, L love him.
l adore him, and say what you will. l
mean u marry him."
| shut the door behind me with per-
haps some little unnecessary force
not to pa: too fine point upon it: in
fact. believe | slammed it-and went
off in high dudgeon to my own bed
room.
CHAPTER ".
Next morning. after good night 5
rest, woke up in rather more cen
tented frame OF mind. l gaz. d out of
my window 1t was glorious day.
Tho hotel looks out upon a garden of
palms and hoary eucalyptus trees. with
the blue bay jus. in front. ard the
Jagged peaks of the Es;erel in the
purple distance. It is q lovely scene.
was appeased by its beauty. l flung
open the window. it was 50 mild AMI
warm. and proceeded to dress myself.
Voices flowed in upon me. as tut on
my clothes, from the veraaGa just De-
low me. One Of them, Gear and dis