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So droll," continued
he, getting warm, "that I should like to punch the advertiser's head."
"Let me see it, dear," said Julia. "I dare say it is nothing worth
punching about."
"There," said Edward. "I've marked it."
Julia took the paper, and her eye fell on this short advertisement:

AILEEN AROON.--DISTRUST APPEARANCES.
Looking at her with some anxiety, they saw the paper give one sharp
rustle in her hands, and then quiver a little. She bowed her head over
it, and everything seemed to swim. But she never moved: they could
neither of them see her face, she defended herself with the paper. The
letters cleared again, and, still hiding her face, she studied and
studied the advertisement.
"Come, tell us what you think of it," said Edward. "Is it anything? or a
mere coincidence?"
"It is a pure coincidence," said Mrs. Dodd, with an admirable imitation
of cool confidence.
Julia said nothing; but she now rose and put both arms round Edward's
neck, and kissed him fervidly again and again, holding the newspaper
tight all the time.
"There," said Mrs.


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