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64 HIS GRACE. when I took leave of her. To which I replied that there was a very fair chance of our meeting again be. fore that auspicious date. I did not want to have a scene—like the majority of male Anglo-Saxons, I prefer letting people divine my sentiments to expressing them—but I did feel that I was a horrid brute, as I drove towards the station and realized how completely my poor Nora must be con- vinced that I had abandoned her. I went straight to Hurstbourne Castle, where I had some matters of bus- iness to attend to; thence I telegraphed to Glendwinish Lodge, which was the name of Hurstbourne’s newly- acquired Highland residence, to ask whether he could put me up for a night, as I was anxious to confer with him; and, on receiving an affirmative reply, I pro- ceeded northwards. On reaching my destination, I found a rather large party assembled in a house of moderate dimensions, for it appeared that there were grouse as well as red-deer upon the Glendwinish estate, and when I heard the names of some of the noblemen and gentlemen who were par- taking of my patron’s hospitality I perceived that the prospects of sport held out to them must have been of no mean order. ‘The natural inference was that the price demanded for such a property must have been a heavy one ; but that, as I reflected with a sigh, was a point as to which I had no longer any right to feel anxiety. The men were tired after a long day’s shooting, and most of them went to sleep even before they went to bed; Lady Charles, who was the sole representative of her sex, disappeared immediately after dinner; so that the evening was not far advanced when Hurstbourne, who had clad himself in a gorgeous smoking-suit, was able to Eomichooks-G =>