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IIo. HIS GRACE. upon she shrugged her shoulders, and held her peace. I think there was a pause after that; or if any further observations were exchanged between them, they were drowned by the deep voice of Lady Deverell, who had resumed her interrupted homily to my sister. ‘The next words from Hurstbourne’s lips which caught my ear were of a kind which reflected credit upon him, and gave evidence of conciliatory and neighborly inclina- tions on his part. He was calling his cousin “ old chap,” and was inviting the whole party to come over and lunch some day. ‘There wouldn’t be anything for them to do, he said, but perhaps they might like to see the place, and if Lady Deverell or Miss St. George cared at all about flowers, he could show them a pretty fair display, considering the time of year. ‘“ No swagger orchids, such as I suppose you have at Lavenham ; still a decent amount of ordinary stove and greenhouse plants, you know.”’ The invitation was accepted. Mr. Gascoigne’s man- ner implied that he was always happy to confer a favor upon a poor relation; Lady Deverell’s was that of an austere saint, who knows that for her there can be no rest in visiting the haunts of profligacy, while Miss St. George was almost effusive in her gratitude. ‘Qh, thank youso much !’’ she exclaimed. ‘I have always longed to see Hurstbourne Castle, which every- body says is one of the finest places in England: but I didn’t like to ask Mr. Gascoigne to take us there as sight-seers while you were at home.” On our way towards the covert-side Hurstbourne caught me up and said, “ That’s an awfully good-look- ing girl,”’ Eomichoo cS (E(0)