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144 HIS GRACE. rather too highly if that polite aspiration could be ful filled. The forbearance of Mr. Gascoigne had, I think, been already strained about as far as it would go. He did not accompany us to the door; he merely shook hands with us and said, rather coldly, that he hoped we would do him the favor to make use of his stables at any future time that might be convenient to us. He was afraid that he should not be able to offer us house- room again, because his Parliamentary duties would compel him to go up to London shortly. Lady Deverell gave Hurstbourne the tips of her. fingers and was kind enough to place the whole five of them within my grasp, saying, “‘Good-bye. My love to your sister. You had better tell her what I have told _you. If she won’t listen, so much the worse for her.”’ Miss St. George did not appear to see me until I was upon the point of vanishing from her view, when she honored me with a vague bow; but she whispered something which I did not catch to Hurstbourne, on taking leave of him, ‘What did that old pussy-cat mean?” inquired the latter, after we had mounted our horses and were riding down the avenue. ‘“ What was it that she told you?” ‘Nothing of any consequence,” I replied. “ As far as I can recollect, it didn’t amount to much more than that I was a bad lot, and that you were another, and that Nora ought not to be living with people of our shady character.” I thought that would stimulate his curiosity and provoke him to put further queries which I should not Gomichboo “S (E(0)