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best,' and feel it too, mind you ! why then a 

 man has become as near a philosopher as he 

 can expect to get. 



Miss Lancelot was met at the landing-stage 

 by her mother, and one glance at the mother 

 sufficed to tell that it would indeed have been 

 strange had the daughter been otherwise than 

 beautiful. A magnificent woman was Mrs. 

 Lancelot, and though of course not quite as 

 young as she had been, it seemed impossible to 

 believe that she was the mother of the beautiful 

 girl at her side. 



Lina insisted on introducing both Eeginald 

 and Acton to her mother, and dwelt particu- 

 larly on the former's kindness to her at first, 

 when she suffered so from mcil de mer. Regi- 

 nald had, however, come to the conclusion that 

 absence was the only remedy for his complaint, 

 and declining Mrs. Lancelot's kind invitation 

 to dine at her New York house that evening, 

 he got his things through the Customs, put 

 them on a hack, and drove straight to the 

 Brevoort House, which, though not so large as 



