I had not proceeded many steps on my way homewards, when I perceived Mr. Lawrence, on his pretty grey pony, coming up the rugged lane that crossed over the hill top. I went a little out of my way to speak to him; for we had not met for some time.
"Was that Mrs. Graham you were speaking to just now?" said he, after the first few words of greeting had passed between us.
"Yes."
"Humph! I thought so." He looked contemplatively at his horse's mane, as if he had some serious cause of dissatisfaction with it, or something else.
"Well! what then?"
"Oh, nothing!" replied he. "Only, I thought you disliked her," he quietly added, curling his classic lip with a slightly sarcastic smile.
"Suppose I did; mayn't a man change his mind on further acquaintance?"
"Yes, of course," returned he, nicely re-
