Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? SHAKESPEARE. He never saw, never before to-day, R. BROWNING. “IF F ever I marry, that shall be the woman! Such was the energetic exclamation which suddenly met the ears of a young man, who had for two hours been lying on a sofa reading Browning's Dramatis Personæ in perfect contentment of body and mind. He looked up, feeling rather cross at the interruption. He saw his friend Lewis Barrington, who, a couple of hours before, had conjured him for heaven's sake to hold his tongue and leave him in peace, or a certain most promising article would assuredly not be finished in time for that week's "Spectator;" he saw him standing by the open window, eagerly looking through the sheltering screen of a white muslin curtain at something which was taking place outside. "Do come and look at her, Frank," again cried Barrington. "What is it?" inquired Frank, rather impatiently. Frank Davenport had come to talk to Barrington about a magazine-novel of his which he was illustrating, but Barrington had been too busy to pay any attention to |