Cashel ceased. As he sat eying her wistfully, Lydia, who had been perfectly still, said musingly,
“ Strange! that I should be so much more prejudiced than I knew. What will you think of me when I tell you that your profession does not seem half so shocking now that I know you to be the son of an artist, and not a journeyman butcher or a laborer, as my cousin told me. ”
“ What! ” exclaimed Cashel. “ That lantern-jawed fellow told you I was a butcher! ”
“ I did not mean to betray him; but, as I have already said, I am bad at keeping secrets. Mr. Lucian Webber is my cousin and friend, and has done me many services. May I rest assured that he has nothing to fear from you? ”
“ He has no right to tell lies about me. He is sweet on you, too: I twigged that at Wiltstoken. I have a good mind to
