had not been acquired by the city. It was private property, and there
were no elegant roads by which to drive to its summit; indeed, it
was only by the courtesy of the proprietors that persons were
allowed to ascend the famous hill, and enjoy the beautiful scenery
and bracing air: even then the task of ascending was no easy one,
and ladies were generally glad of the company of one or more of the
hardier sex, if only to assist them in clambering up the steep ascent.

Mr. Clarkson went to lunch, and then to the Corn Exchange to
transact some business, arriving in Place d'Armes precisely at two
o'clock. Shortly afterward she saw the ladies emerge from the French
Church of Notre Dame, and cross the square to meet him. Miss Cuthbert
was delighted with the church. Although a Protestant, she admired
it as an architectural art-work, the elaborate adornment, too, of
the interior pleased her, and accorded with her womanly tastes.
Mrs. Clarkson had seen both inside and outside so often that neither
had now any more effect on her; indeed, not only was her heart
steeled to the refining influences of the building, but also to
the doctrines inculcated within it; she had started on the downward
path, and never once dared to look up again, even for a moment.

"Well, you are sharp on time," said Miss Cuthbert, addressing
Mr. Clarkson.

"Yes, indeed, I have been walking the streets for nearly an hour,
wondering if the hands on the Seminary clock would ever indicate the
hour of two. I had almost persuaded myself that the public clocks
had all stopped, but my watch, which was ticking, told me that they
were going on with methodical regularity." He addressed himself to
Miss Cuthbert, but his eyes were turned slightly towards Mrs. Clarkson,