Jackson Lemon listened to this, but without meeting the eyes of the speaker; not, however, as if he were avoiding them, but as if the long stretch of the Ride, now less and less obstructed, invited him, and made his companion's talk a little retarding. Nevertheless, he answered, deliberately and kindly enough: "I hope it will be you;" and he bowed to a lady who rode past.
"Very likely it will. I hope I make you feel badly,—that's what I'm trying to do."
"Oh, awfully!" cried Jackson Lemon; "all the more that I am not in the least engaged."
"Well, that 's good. Won't you come up to-morrow?" Dr. Feeder went on.
"I'll try, my dear fellow; I can't be sure. By by!"
"Oh, you 're lost anyway!" cried Sidney Feeder, as the other started away.
II.
It was Lady Marmaduke, the wife of Sir Henry Marmaduke, who had introduced Jackson Lemon to Lady Beauchemin; after which Lady Beauchemin had made him acquainted with her mother and sisters. Lady Marmaduke was also transatlantic; she had been for her conjugal baronet the most permanent consequence of a tour in the United States. At present, at the end of ten years, she knew her London as she had never known her New York, so that it had
