“ Yes, miss, ” said Mrs. Skene, sadly. “ You are thinking of the profession. You can ’ t believe he has any feelings because he fights. Ah, miss, if you only knew them as I do! More tender-hearted men don ’ t breathe. Cashel is like a young child, his feelings are that easily touched; and I have known stronger than he to die of broken hearts only because they were unlucky in their calling. Just think what a high-spirited young man must feel when a lady calls him a wild beast. That was a cruel word, miss; it was, indeed. ”
Lydia was so disconcerted by this attack that she had to pause awhile before replying. Then she said, “ Are you aware, Mrs. Skene, that my knowledge of Mr. Byron is very slight — that I have not seen him ten times in my life? Perhaps you do not know the circumstances in
