mind much relieved. Waife was walking in an opposite direction to that which led towards the whilolm quarters of the Norfolk Giant and the Two-headed Calf.
"Come, come," said Vance, impatiently, "you have broken an idea in half. I beg you will not stir till I have placed you; and then, if all else of you be still, you may exercise your tongue. I give you leave to talk."
SOPHY (penitentially).—"I am so sorry—I beg pardon. Will that do, sir?"
VANCE.—"Head a little more to the right,—so, Titania watching Bottom asleep. Will you lie on the floor, Lionel, and do Bottom?"
LIONEL (indignantly).—"Bottom! Have I an ass's head?"
VANCE.—"Immaterial! I can easily imagine that you have one. I want merely an outline of figure,—something sprawling and ungainly."
LIONEL (sulkily).—"Much obliged to you; imagine that too."
VANCE.—"Don't be so disobliging. It is necessary that she should look fondly at something,—expression in the eye." Lionel at once reclined himself incumbent in a position as little sprawling and ungainly as he could well contrive.
VANCE.—"Fancy, Miss Sophy, that this young gentleman is very dear to you. Have you got a brother?"
SOPHY.—"Ah, no, sir."
VANCE.—"Hum. But you have, or have had, a doll?"
SOPHY.—"Oh, yes; Grandfather gave me one."
VANCE.—"And you were fond of that doll?"
SOPHY.—"Very."
VANCE.—"Fancy that young gentleman is your doll grown big, that it is asleep, and you are watching that no one hurts it; Mr. Rugge, for instance. Throw your whole soul into that thought,—love for doll, apprehension of Rugge. Lionel, keep still, and shut your eyes; do."
LIONEL (grumbling).—"I did not come here to be made a doll of."
VANCE.—"Coax him to be quiet, Miss Sophy, and sleep peaceably, or I shall do him a mischief. I can be a Rugge, too, if I am put out."
SOPHY (in the softest tones).—"Do try and sleep, sir: shall I get you a pillow?"
LIONEL.—"No, thank you: I'm very comfortable now," settling his head upon his arm; and after one upward glance towards Sophy, the lids closed reluctantly over his softened eyes.
