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HIS GRACE. 131 leaving them unanswered. In fact, she soon ceased to take any notice at allof me. She had, I presume, found out as much as she wanted to hear, or as much as she thought I could tell her, and for at least a couple of miles we rode on, side by side, in a silence broken only by my perplexed murmurings when we arrived at a sign-post and when I tried to decipher the half-effaced inscriptions upon it. Thick darkness fell upon us by- and-by. I imagined that we must be somewhere near Lavenham, but I was by no means sure of our where- abouts, so that it was a great relief to me to descry a man ona tired horse ahead of us and a still greater telief to be hailed by him in Hurstbourne’s familiar cheery voice. “ Hullo, Martyn ! is that you ?” he called out, as soon as he recognized me. “Who have you got with you? Miss St. George, by Jove! Well, and how are you both? Pretty well dead-beat, like the rest of us, eh? we have had something like a day, haven’t we ?” “T was beginning to be afraid,” I remarked, “that we were in for something like a night in the saddle too. Do you happen to have any idea of where we are at the present moment?” “Bless your soul, yes! we’re within half a mile of Lavenham. I shall have to put my poor old gee into the stable there, and you had better do the same. I daresay Paul will let us have something to drive home in.” He was in such exuberant spirits and so eager to narrate every episode of a run which had terminated gloriously by a kill in the open that he took no heed of Miss St. George’s manifest displeasure. Yet he might have known that nothing in the world is more tedious Eomichoo (ee) m