J. COLE. 17

ing meanwhile in the mirror if Mary was
about to take the dish away; if not he would
take something outside, or bring a decanter,
and ask if I wanted wine.

I was, however, pleased to find him no
more awkward, as I feared he would have
been, and when, having swept the grate and
placed my solitary wineglass and dessert-plate
on the table, he retired, softly closing the
door after him, I felt I should make some-
thing of J. Cole, and hoped his character
would be good.