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A SOCIAL METEOR. 277 “SoamlI, In fact, I think I’m getting sick of all this part of the country.” “Already? Why, how restless you are, Lee! We haven’t been settled a month yet, and now you want to leave.” “Don’t you find it monotonous ?” ‘No, indeed. I think it’s the most delightful spot on earth to live in, and look at the scenery. What could be finer ?” “One wearies.of scenery aftera while. I’m beginning to long to get where my own language is spoken, and to leave these noisy Italians who talk with their hands and feet, as well as their tongues.” “But when we were in London you said you wanted to go where you could have perfect rest, and not hear the incessant chatter of Americans and English people. Don’t you remember the time you pretended you were deaf, so as not to be bored with that fussy little Dr. Rush, in Liverpool ?” Lee flicked his boot with his riding-whip, and did not answer, except by a nod. “And we’re so comfortable here, too,” she pur- sued, “the servants are so satisfactory, and the house I’m sure, is simply perfect.” “Well, Ray, if you’re satisfied, I suppose it’s unkind of me to want to take you away. No doubt I’m one of those unhappy mortals who / =cOomichboo ‘S (E(o)