d ool at ances, considered t asted some of t agreeable moments s anding t Lucy, disliking to ering his snuff-box on such occasions.

    `You dont  to go to sleep yet, papa, do you? s up ool and opened t clutche snuff-box.

    `Not yet, said Mr Deane, glancing at t in ter. `But ? o coax some more sovereigns out of my pocket for your bazaar? Eh?

    `No, I ives at all today. I only  to talk, not to beg. I  to kno seemed rato   Mr akems losing money by his hobby?

    `Someto do o repel intrusion into t mystery.

    `But, papa, you al any business kno of  questions sounded rat them queer.

    `Nonsense, co justify aken some pains in  t akems mill and farm on te Mill, your uncle tullivers, you kno ans did. I ed to see if your friend P anyt about ired of farming.

    ` ? said Lucy, eagerly. `O, tell me everytell me. Because Maggie says all ts are set on toms getting back time. It  to tom - t  get back the Mill.

    `tle puss, said Mr Deane, availing ored snuff-box. `You must not say a  ttle cting tting it out of akems  ed it o tullivers getting it again, o part . Its natural, after ulliver before; but a  likely to be paid for h sugar-plums.

    `Notle air of solemnity, `rust me? You must not ask me all my reasons for o say - but I rong reasons. And Im very cautious - I am, indeed.

    `ell, let us hear.

    ` me take Po our confidence - let me tell  your s for - t my cousins  about. I kno.

    `I dont see  can be, crating looking at er, `You dont