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Bas spies oe ees fhe. Cite was never brought | home—no; you are right—and twenty years have passed, | and never will be now.’ a There was that in his tone which made Trevannance | look at him curiously. The leaden hue of his face wasthe ghastly hue of death, his eyes looked straight before him: 4 with a wild, “unnatural stare. hohe “Eigad ! he thought in some alarm, “I hope my ‘wort a father-in-law is not going mad. Twenty years is atoler-> able time to forget one’s cousin, especially when one steps’ a into that cousin’s title and estates. By Jove! I hope he didn’t do the thing himself. He has an uncommonly Fu-_ | gene Aramish look this moment.” fee . There was no chance for farther conversation; they were in the drawing-room; and Vivian Trevannance never Bs dreamed that in that instant he had hit upon the truth.) Lady Evelyn went in to dinner on hér lover’s arm, al ne listened to his murmured conversation; but often, very oiten, her eyes wandered to the face of her father and Colonel Drummond; and steadily and incessantly she 3% : found the earl’s furtive gaze fixed on the stranger's face. For the colonel, he looked as calmly unmoved as the - Parian Ganymede upholding the great cluster of flowers oS in the centre of the table. He was talking brilliantly and well. It seemed the silent colonel coulis talk, rather to Mr. Trevannance’s surprise, who had nithene found him inclined to monosyllables. Bee Did he see the glances his fair betrothed cast so fre- quently at that handsome, sun-browned, gold-bearded dace? If so, they did not disturb his admirable rir HS ify.~.He took it for granted—the likeness of the defunct young lordling accounted for it. Women were all ro-- mantic—this was romantic. He ate his dinner and made > murmured remarks, and his appetite was not injured by z the fact that my lady was inattentive and responded ab- — a sently, even though this was the evening of his arrival. He was not feverishly i in love—no more was she—and presently, he knew not how, silence fell between them, and two black eyes and a saucy, merry face came to him — from over the sea, and he found himself.wondering where _ poor little Minnette might be, alone and friendless in her ee ee ae and youth, in that vast, wicked, pitiless New York. saasiters palonel Drummond, suet he Kebienic book: 4 . “hot : at fan A _ ry of o> eh ne oe ‘as at ae hye “ Bo Tey es 4s betes SZ ., £9 . Ath, ° a4 sae ry