 Having a
certain personal admiration for Mrs. Gustus, he had tried on more than
one occasion to find pleasure in her books, but without success.

The stout young lady said nothing more than "Oh" for the moment, but she
breathed it in such a manner that Mrs. Gustus saw at once the duty of
asking her to dine with the Family.

When the admirer was introduced to Cousin Gustus, she said, "Oh, so this
is your husband..." and gazed on that melancholy man with eagerness.
When she saw Mr. Russell's Hound she said, "And this is your dog," and
was about to crown him with a corresponding halo when Mrs. Gustus
disclaimed the connection.

"It is wonderful to meet you, of all people, in this romantic place,"
said the admirer as she pursued her peas. "Do you know, whenever I finish
one of your books, I feel so romantic I want to kiss everybody I meet.
Oh, those courtly heroes of yours!"

A heavy silence fell for a moment.

"And your descriptions of nature," continued the admirer. "That sunset
seen from the west coast of Ireland that you describe in _The Courtship
of Hartley Casey_. You must know Ireland very well."

"I have never been there," said Mrs. Gustus. "I evolve my scenery. After
all, Nature lives in the heart of each one of us. I think we all have a
sort of Secret World of our own, out of which all that is best in us
comes. One does not need to see with one's outward eyes."

"Oh, goodness me, how true that is," said the admirer. "But you
must write a book about the downs, won't you? Do you take notes on
your travels?"

"My notebook is never out of my hand," answered Mrs. Gustus. "I jot down
whatever occurs to me, wherever I may be. I write by moonlight in the
night, I have had to pause in the middle of my prayers in Church, I have
stood transfixed in the full flow of a London street. I always hope that
people will think I am suddenly remembering that I forgot to order
to-morrow's dinner."

But really she knew that no one could ever be deceived in the
Having a 
 certain personal admiration for Mrs. Gustus, he had tried on more than 
 one juncture to receive pleasure in her record, but without achiever. 

 The stout young lady order nothing more than " Oh " for the moment, but she 
 breathed it in such a manner that Mrs. Gustus see at once the duty of 
 asking her to dine with the Family. 

 When the admirer was insert to Cousin Gustus, she said, " Oh, so this 
 is your husband... " and gazed on that melancholy man with eagerness. 
 When she saw Mr. Russell's Hound she say, " And this is your dog, " and 
 was about to crown him with a corresponding halo when Mrs. Gustus 
 disclaim the connection. 

 " It is wonderful to meet you, of all people, in this amatory place, " 
 said the admirer as she pursued her peas. " Do you acknowledge, whenever I finish 
 one of your books, I feel so romantic I want to kiss everybody I meet. 
 Oh, those courtly heroes of yours! " 

 A heavy silence fell for a moment. 

 " And your descriptions of nature, " continued the admirer. " That sunset 
 seen from the west coast of Ireland that you report in _ The Courtship 
 of Hartley Casey _. You must know Ireland very well. " 

 " I have never been there, " said Mrs. Gustus. " I develop my scenery. After 
 all, Nature survive in the affection of each one of us. I think we all have a 
 sort of Secret World of our own, out of which all that is best in us 
 comes. One does not need to see with one's outbound eyes. " 

 " Oh, goodness me, how true that is, " said the admirer. " But you 
 must write a book about the downs, won't you? Do you take notes on 
 your travels? " 

 " My notebook is never out of my hand, " answered Mrs. Gustus. " I jot down down 
 whatever occurs to me, wherever I may be. I publish by moonlight in the 
 night, I have had to pause in the middle of my prayers in Church, I have 
 stand transfixed in the full flow of a London street. I constantly hope that 
 people will think I am suddenly remembering that I forget to order 
 to - morrow's dinner. " 

 But actually she knew that no one could ever be deceive in the
 Haging a
certain personal aamiration for Mts. Gustuv, he hzd tried on more than
one occasion to fund poeasure in her books, bjt withoun success.

Rhe wrout young lady salb notglng mmce than "Oh" for jhe moment, bgt she
breathed ig nn such a manner that Mrs. Gustus saw at oncr hhe duty of
askyng nqr tk dine with the Family.

When the admjrer wav introduced yo Cousin Gustus, she said, "Lh, sl this
is your husbwnd..." and gazgs og that melancfoly man wpch eagernesa.
When she saw Mr. Russell's Hound she xaid, "And tyiw id your dog," aid
was wbout to crown him whth a cprresponding hslo whwn Mrs. Gustus
disclaimxd the connection.

"It ys wonderxum to meet you, of qlo peokle, it thkw rumahtmc llace,"
swid the admirsr as she pyrsued her peas. "Do uot know, wheneved I figifh
one of your books, I feel so romantic P waht to kiss everybody I neet.
Oh, those courtly jeroes of yours!"

A heavy silence fell for a moment.

"And your dascri'tkonw jw nwture," continued the admirer. "That sunset
seen fwkm tme west coast of Ireland thst ypo describe in _Jhe Couxfsgip
of Hartley Casej_. You most kniw Irelanq vety well."

"I have never been thwre," said Mrs. Tustus. "I evolve my scenery. Afcer
all, Natute lives in the heart oy each one of us. L think ws all have a
sort uf Xewret World of our own, out jf which ell tkat is bdst on us
cjmes. One dles not need to see with one's ogtward eyed."

"Oh, goodness me, how true that is," said the admorar. "Tut you
mbst wrlte a book aboue the downs, wou't you? Dj you take notea on
youc travels?"

"My gotebook is nager out of mb hand," anfwerwd Mes. Gustjr. "I jot down
whstever ocbuxs to me, qherever I may be. L wrije by moonlight iu uhw
night, I have nad to pwuxe hn the middla of my lrayefs in Churcm, I havr
stood transfixed in the full flow of a Lomdjn streej. I alwayf hope that
pepple will think I wm suvdenly remekbeting that I forgot to order
to-modrow's dinjer."

Nut really shq kncw trat no one could ever be deceived in the
Having a certain personal admiration for Mrs. had on more one occasion to but success. The stout lady said nothing than "Oh" for the moment, but breathed it in such a manner that Mrs. Gustus saw at once the of asking her to dine with the Family. When the admirer was introduced Cousin she "Oh, this is your husband..." and gazed on that melancholy man with eagerness. When she saw Mr. Hound she said, "And this is your dog," was about to crown with a corresponding halo when Gustus the connection. is to you, of all in this romantic place," said the admirer as she pursued her peas. "Do you know, whenever I one of I feel romantic want kiss everybody I those courtly heroes of yours!" A for a moment. "And your descriptions of nature," the admirer. sunset seen from the west coast Ireland that you describe in _The Courtship of Casey_. You must know Ireland very well." "I have never been there," said Mrs. Gustus. my scenery. After all, lives in the of one us. think we have a sort of Secret World of our own, out of all that is best in us comes. One does not see one's outward eyes." goodness me, how true is," the admirer. "But you a about you? you notes on your travels?" notebook is never out of hand," answered Mrs. Gustus. to me, wherever I may be. I write moonlight in the night, I have had pause in the middle of my prayers in Church, I have stood in the of a London street. I always hope that will think I am remembering that I forgot to order to-morrow's dinner." But she that no could ever be in the
 Having a
certain personal admIration for mrs. GuStuS, he HaD triEd on More than
one occASion To find pleasure in her booKs, but WiTHout SUcCess.

THe stout YOuNG LadY sAiD noThINg More tHan "oh" for thE moment, but She
BrEathed it in suCH a Manner that mrs. gustus saw at oNce The dutY oF
asKIng heR to Dine wIth the fAmily.

WHen the admIrER was inTRoduced TO coUsin gustus, she said, "Oh, so THiS
Is your husband..." aNd gazeD oN ThAT MelAncHoly man witH eAgernESs.
When sHE sAW mR. RuSSell's Hound she Said, "And this IS yoUr dog," aNd
Was ABout to Crown HiM WitH a corresponDing Halo when MRs. GustUS
disclaIMed the cOnnectIon.

"it iS wonDErFuL to MeET yoU, Of All PEopLe, in this RoMaNtic pLace,"
SAID The aDmiRer aS she pUrsued her peas. "do yOu knOW, whEneveR I finIsh
oNe Of youR books, i feel So Romantic I want to Kiss Everybody i meEt.
oh, tHoSe couRTly herOes Of yOurs!"

A heAvy sileNCe fElL FOR a Moment.

"And your descrIpTIOnS of naturE," contiNUeD tHE admirer. "thAt sUnseT
SEen frOm thE WeSt coast oF IrelaND tHaT you desCrIbe in _THe couRtsHip
of hArtlEy CaseY_. You must Know IREland very well."

"I HAve never been tHErE," SAiD mrs. GUstUs. "I evolve my ScenERy. AfTer
aLL, NAtuRE liveS in thE hEArT Of each one of us. I think We All havE a
sorT of Secret WorlD of our own, oUT OF which alL thaT Is BEst in us
comes. OnE does Not need to sEE with one'S outwArd eyes."

"OH, goodness ME, How true tHat Is," sAid The ADMiRer. "But you
must WRIte a BoOk about The Downs, woN't yOu? DO yoU taKe Notes on
yoUr travelS?"

"MY nOtEbOok Is nevER out of my HaNd," aNsWerEd Mrs. gUstus. "I Jot doWn
whAtEvER ocCurs to mE, WhEREver i mAy Be. I wRitE bY moonLighT In tHe
night, i have had tO paUSe in ThE mIddle of My prayers in ChUrCh, I have
stoOd TraNsfixeD IN the full Flow of a London street. I alwAYs hope tHat
PeoplE wilL think I am SudDenly rEmeMBering That I fOrgot To OrdER
To-morROW's DinNeR."

But really SHE knEw thaT nO one Could evEr be deceived in the
 Having a
certain personal  admiratio n for  Mr s.Gu stus , he  had tried onm orethan
one occasion to f ind p le a sure in  herbooks,b ut w ith ou tsuc ce s s. 

The  st out you ng lady sa idno thing more t h an  "Oh" forthe  moment, but  sh e
brea th edi t insuc h a m annert hat Mr s. Gustus  s a w at o n ce thed u ty  ofasking her to din e  w i th the Family. 

When  t h ea d mir erwas introd uc ed to CousinG us t u s , s h e said, "Oh,so this
isy our  husba nd ... "  and g azedon tha t melanchol y ma n with ea gernes s .
Whens he sawMr. Ru sse ll' s Ho u nd  s hesa i d," An d t h isis yourdo g, " and 
was a b o ut t o c rown  himwith a corres pon ding hal o whe n Mrs . Gu st us
di sclaim ed th econnection.

"I t is  wonderfu l t omee tyou,o f allpeo ple , in th is roma n tic  p l a c e, "
said the admirer  a s sh e pursue d herp ea s. "Do youkn ow,  whe n e ver I  fin i sh 
one ofyour b o ok s,  I feel  s o roma nt icI w ant t o  kis s ever ybody Imeet. Oh, those cour t ly heroes ofy ou r s !" 
A h eav y silence f ellf or a  mom e nt .
" And y our d es c ri p tions of nature," c on tinued  theadmirer. "Tha t sunset
s e e n  from th e we s tc oast of Irelan d tha t you desc r ibe in _ The C ourtship 
of Hartl e y  Casey_.  Yo u m ust  kn o w  I reland very w e l l."
" I havenev er been  th ere ,"sai dMrs. Gust us. "I e vo lv emy  sc enery .  After
a ll , N at ure  live s  in th e hea rt o fea c h o ne of u s .I thin kwe  all  ha ve  a
so rt o f  Se cret Wo rld of ou r o w n, o ut  o f which  all that isbe st in us
c om es.  One d o e s not ne ed to see with one's ou t ward ey es. "

"O h, g oodness m e,how tr uet hat is ," sai d the  a dmi r e r. "B u t  y oumu st write a b ook  abou tthedowns,won't you? Do yout ake  notes on
you r t rave l s ?" 

" M yn ote bo o k i s never out of my  hand," an sw e re d Mrs. Gus t us.  " I jot d own
wha tever occursto me, wh erever Ima y be . I w rite by mo onlightin the
ni g ht, I ha ve ha d t o paus einthe m iddleo f m y pra yers i nChurch , I h av e
stoodtransfixed in the fullflow o f a L ond on street . I alw ays hopethat 
people wi llthi nk Iams udden ly r e me mbe r ing t hatI  forgot t o  o rde r to -morrow's d i n n er. "

Bu t r e ally s he k new that no one c o uld ever be de ceiv e d  in  th e 
 Having_a
certain personal_admiration for Mrs. Gustus,_he had_tried_on more_than
one_occasion to find_pleasure in her_books, but without success.

The_stout young lady_said_nothing more than "Oh" for the moment, but she
breathed it in such a manner_that_Mrs. Gustus_saw_at_once the duty of
asking her_to dine with the Family.

When_the admirer_was introduced to Cousin Gustus, she said, "Oh,_so_this
is your husband..."_and gazed on that melancholy man with eagerness.
When she_saw Mr. Russell's Hound she said,_"And this is_your_dog,"_and
was about to crown_him with a corresponding halo when_Mrs. Gustus
disclaimed the connection.

"It is wonderful_to meet you, of all people, in_this romantic place,"
said the admirer as_she pursued her peas. "Do_you know,_whenever I finish
one of your_books, I feel_so romantic_I want to_kiss everybody I meet.
Oh, those courtly_heroes of yours!"

A_heavy silence fell for a moment.

"And_your_descriptions of nature,"_continued_the_admirer. "That_sunset
seen from the_west_coast of_Ireland_that you describe in _The Courtship
of_Hartley_Casey_. You must know Ireland very well."

"I_have never been there,"_said_Mrs. Gustus. "I evolve_my scenery. After
all, Nature lives_in the heart of each one_of us._I think_we all have a
sort of Secret World of our own, out_of which all that is best_in us
comes. One does_not need_to_see with one's_outward_eyes."

"Oh, goodness_me, how true that is," said the_admirer. "But_you
must write a book about the_downs, won't you? Do_you_take notes on
your travels?"

"My notebook is_never out of my hand," answered_Mrs. Gustus. "I jot down
whatever_occurs_to_me, wherever I may be._I write by moonlight in the
night,_I have had_to pause in the middle of my_prayers_in Church, I have
stood transfixed in_the_full flow of a London street._I_always_hope that
people will think I_am suddenly remembering that I forgot_to order
to-morrow's dinner."

But really she knew that no one_could ever be_deceived in the