The story goes that Mrs. Carlyle venured up to Carlyle's "sublime garret" with her nee-llework one day. but beore long her husband drew attention to the noise which she made with her needie. Folding her hands idly upon ler lap, she sat motionless, but presently the silence was broken by the voice of the philosopher. "Jane," said ie, "I can hear you breathing." As Mrs. Carlyle found it inconvenient to abandon this natural process. she was forced to give up all attempts at bearlng her husband company in his study.