Other, for Dudley Sowerby to be withdrawn into the background of aspirants. But love was unknown
to the girl. Outwardly, the plan

of the Drive to Paris had the lo ok of Victor's traditional hospitality.
Nataly smiled at her incorrigibly lagging intelligence of him, on hearing that he had invited a company: 'Lady Grace, for gaiety; Peridon

and Catkin, fiddles;
Dudley Sowerby and myself, flutes; Barmby, intonation; in all, nine of us; and by
the dear old Normandy route, for the sake of the voyage, as in old times; towers of Dieppe in the morning-light; and the lovely road to the capital! Just three days in Paris, and home by any of the other routes. It's the drive we want. Boredom in wet weather, we defy; we have our Concert--an hour at night and we're sure of sleep.' It had a sweet simple air, befitting him; as when in bygone days they travelled with the joy of children. For

travelling shook Nataly out of her troubles and gave her something of the child's inheritance of the wisdom of
life--the living ever so little
ahead of ourselves; about as far as the fox in view of the hunt. That is the soul of us out for novelty, devouring as it runs, an endless feast; and the body is eagerly after it, recording the pleasures, a daily chase. Remembrance
of them is almost a renewal, anticipation a revival. She enraptured Victor with glimpses of the domestic fun she had ceased to show sign of since the revelation of Lakelands. Her only regret was on account of the exclusion of Colney Durance from the
party, because of happy

memories associating him with
the Seine-land, and also that his
bilious criticism of his countrymen was moderated by a