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226 HIS GRACE. present when he at last took leave of his hostess. He congratulated her upon the success of her ball, and said it had been “ awfully jolly.” “I am glad you have enjoyed yourself,” she re- turned, glaring at him, “‘ because you will never enjoy yourself in this house again, nor will you ever dance with Leila again. I cautioned you at supper-time that I wouldn’t have it; but, for reasons best known to yourself, you have chosen to defy me. So much the worse for you. You don’t understand; but you will before this time to-morrow. Don’t blame me, that’s all; I gave you fair warning, remember.” “ What can she have meant?” I asked Hurstbourne, as we left the house. “T really don’t know, and I really don’t care,” he answered, laughing and lighting a cigar; “I suppose she meant that she was in a devil of a rage.” After all, I might as well have gone to bed some hours earlier ; for he gave me no chance of interrogat- ing him. He belonged to one of those clubs which are kept open all night, and thither he now saw fit to betake himself, remarking that it was too late or too early for respectable people to be seen entering their homes. Probably he did not wish to be interrogated. Eomichoo