things so often that ten dozen is nothing. I don't suppose there's a bottle of wine in the cellar.'
'They can get wine from Cobbold, mother.'
' Cobbold's wine won't go down with them, I fancy. I wonder what servants they're bringing.'
When Mr. Masters came in from his office the news was corroborated. Mr. John Morton was certainly coming to Bragton. The attorney had still a small unsettled and disputed claim against the owner of the property, and he had now received by the day mail an answer to a letter which he had written to Mr. Morton, saying that that gentleman would see him in the course of the next fortnight.
THE PARAGON'S PARTY AT BRAGTON
THERE was certainly a great deal of fuss made about John Morton's return to the home of his ancestors,-- made altogether by himself and those about him, and not by those who were to receive him. On the Thursday in the week following that of which we have been speaking, two carriages from the Bush met the party at the railway station and took them to Bragton. Mr. Runciman, after due consideration, put up with the inconsiderate nature of the order given, and supplied the coaches and horses as required,--consoling himself, no doubt, with the reflection that he could charge for the unreasonableness of the demand in the bill. The coachman and butler had come down two days before their master, so that things might be in order. Mrs. Hopkins learned from the butler that though the party would at first consist only of three, two other very august persons were to follow on the Saturday, --no less than Lady Augustus Trefoil and her daughter Arabella. And Mrs. Hopkins was soon led to imagine, though no positive information was given to her on the subject, that Miss Trefoil was engaged to be married to their master. 'Will he live here altogether, Mr. Tankard?' Mrs. Hopkins asked. To this question Mr. Tankard was