sertation. There was not the stillness around her that would have made a movement on her part seem conspicuous, and she was impelled by her anxiety to step on the tribune and walk up to her father, who paused, a little startled.
"Pray see whether you have forgotten your spectacles, father. If so, I will go home at once and. look for them."
Mr Lyon was automatically obedient to Esther, and he began immediately to feel in his pockets.
"How is it that Miss Jermyn is so friendly with the Dissenting parson?" said Christian to Quorlen, the Tory printer, who was an intimate of his. "Those grand Jermyns are not Dissenters surely?"
"What Miss Jermyn?"
"Why—don't you see?—that fine girl who is talking to him."
"Miss Jermyn! Why, that's the little parson's daughter."
"His daughter!" Christian gave a low brief whistle, which seemed a natural expression of surprise that "the rusty old ranter" should have a daughter of such distinguished appearance.
Meanwhile the search for the spectacles had proved vain. "'Tis a grievous fault in me, my
