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162 Isabel Clifford, M.D. ‘‘T cannot enjoy the mountains when I see that,” said Isabel, look- ing towards a young girl who was carrying down the steep path a load of luggage which a strong man would call heavy. “Ves,” he said gravely, “‘this is the worst effect of all.” As the girl passed he stood aside with a certain deference in his attitude. ‘“ Vour heart is right,” thought Isabel, ‘‘ however wrong your head may be.” She did not feel inclined to pursue the subject any further. They talked of other things, and Isabel soon found herself asking questions and receiving answers, much, as she told Mrs. Lawrence the next morning, in the style of the ‘‘ Child’s Guide to Knowledge.” “To be sure. Frank knows everything—except the ‘pros’ for women’s rights!” said his sister-in-law, laughing. ‘“‘ T)on’t use those words ; I have an intense dislike to them,’ Isabel. ‘What words, may I ask?” And Mr. Lawrence appeared on the terrace, followed by his brother. “ Women’s rights,” said Mrs. Lawrence, mischievously. ‘They are detestable words!” came from Frank, with vehemence ; “JT am glad you don’t like them, Miss Clifford.” Isabel felt that she was misunderstood, but she did not choose to explain. Mrs. Lawrence was considerate enough to change the subject. “Where shall we go this afternoon?” she said to her husband. ‘Miss Clifford leaves to-morrow. It is so sad, Isabel. Only we shall see something of you in London next winter.” ‘Tam sorry we shall lose you. My wife and Nellie and J are all very grateful to you,” said Mr. Lawrence in his gentlest tone. Francis scarcely noticed it; but he looked a great deal, Mrs. Lawrence thought. Isabel only answered with regret in her voice: “It has been delightful here.” ‘We can climb the Simmelhorn in two hours,” said Tom, consult- ing ‘‘ Beedeker.” “Then, let us do that,” said Mrs. Lawrence; and Isabel assented. She went away to find her aunt, who was writing in the salon, and Mr. Lawrence strolled away to where Nellie, under her nurse’s care, was making a bouquet for her mother. Francis was left alone with his sister-in-law, and she instantly divined that this arrangement met his wishes. He remained silent for a few minutes, watching her pretty hands, which were busily embroidering a little frock. At last he spoke. ‘Where is Miss Clifford going ? ” “To London. That is where they live. Why?” “ Do you think I might call and see them there ?” “You must ask her aunt. She will probably invite you to call when she is saying good-bye. You are a favourite with all old ladies, Frank ! ” “She is not like anyone I ever met,” said Frank earnestly. ] said Gomichbooks.co