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170 A HEART'S BITTERNESS. band was blamed for it, and all his affairs searched out. ~ Can’t you see, Leigh, that you should be quiet and busy?” Leigh took this hint. It touched his selfishness and his family pride. He called Adam to the conference, and Adam said that his lady had spoken several times of Leigh Towers, and the people there, and had said she must go there and stay a day or two. | 7 ‘“Depend upon it, she is there,” said Leigh. ‘‘ Let Adam go down after her.” Adam went, and returned on Thursday morning at two o’clock, saying Lady Leigh had not been heard from at the Lowers. : When Adam returned, Lord Leigh was not at his man- sion, but at a suite of chambers near the ‘‘ Albany,” a re- treat which he had had in his bachelor days, and now often used during the Parliamentary season. Left alone, after Adam’s communication, he paced up and down his sitting. room in great distress and excitement. ‘The flight of Violet must presently be made known, and the myriad eyes of so- ciety would be turned on him. Even the detective police might be called into service—and who could tell with what results of investigation? ‘* My lord, there’s a lady to see you. She is that Miss Hope—that—you knew in—Cornwall,” said Adam, re- turning. 3 ‘‘Away with her! I won’t see her!” cried Leigh, fu- riously. ‘* My lord, she says it is important. She may bring you word of my lady.” i ‘““She! How could she? Lady. Leigh did not know er, ““If you please, my lord, she is Mrs. Ainslie’s gov- Paes. and has often brought the little misses to see my 9, Wo : ‘“‘Send her in,” cried Lord Leigh; and, dropping on a divan, put his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands. Some one sat down by him, and tried to draw away his hands. Helen Hope’s voice whispered: ““Norman, Norman, speak to me. I have come. Your wife has left youn—but I am here.” ‘“And I would you were anywhere else,” retorted Leigh. ** Who asked you here? Why do you haunt me?” (E(0) GEomicbooks