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120 . HIS GRACE. deceive anybody less obtuse than Lady Charles Gas- coigne. All the same, it appeared to deceive Hurstbourne, whose attention, no doubt, was otherwise occupied and who no longer either sought my sister’s society or looked as if he missed it. ‘There was no quarrel between them: that little tiff on the way back from hunting of which mention has been made had blown over, and they | laughed and joked together as usual when they met ; but they did not often meet now, except at meals, nor was the cover removed from the billiard-table any more. Hurstbourne returned from his visit to his cousin in high glee. “What do you think?” said he. ‘The hounds are to draw the Lavenham coverts on Tuesday, and Paul is going to give a big breakfast. He doesn’t half like it, and I believe he is in a blue funk because we have per- suaded him that it is his bounden duty to get on a horse for the occasion. However, as we are pretty sure not to find, and as he has some very sober beasts in his stables, there isn’t much chance of his getting chucked,” added Hurstbourne regretfully. “Ts that girl a good rider?” inquired Lady Charles, with languid interest. “J don’t know: I haven’t seen her in the saddle. But I tried that little mare of Paul’s, and an uncom- monly nice little mare she is. If there’s a run, Miss St. George ought to be able to see it; anyhow, we’ll show her the way, won’t we, Miss Martyn?” “T daresay you will, I shan’t have that privilege, because I shan’t be there,” answered Nora. “Why not ?—what nonsense !—what do you mean?” asked Hurstbourne almost angrily. Gomicboo es cS (E(0)