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I" "h Royal Oak omnibuses were faring r Istward or westward, and the ecanty li«^f ^population were rolling in at the r u Arch, to circulate drearily in a de- llvuk Canstance Belfield saw the I'^ip scene dim'y "^^ figures in a dream I"" ^muig flower beds with their scarlet '"t ^3 in riotous bloom, the palms and f!^ .r./i second-rate landans and the country cousins and all the genteel tqualor ^e ferns, and -Dibby liverieSi a- =r Ead London, when rank and fash ,;^nd wealth have^fled. -_„..._=..._. Itrson, a steeplechase, imer Meeting was She was driving the park in one of the little hired hams from the station, hurrying to in an agony of perplexity and mor- -•â- .Bticipition, conjuring up new visions error as she went. She could hardly ^°k when the alighied at Wilkie Man- â- !*' leavicg Sinderson in the carriage. ^rp seated herte:f in the life dumbly, and •f jjjg porter take her up to the third floor. 'V ujaid who opened the door stared in 4ririy8tifioati3D, expecting to see no one ith»n Lady Belfield, and having a guilty ^ciousneas of the military hovering near, ;:55t actually on the premises. '» Is your master here â€" and very ill?" .aped L*dy Belfield, passing the girl hur- Ljly and going straight to her son's bed- "Ko, my lady, master hasn't come back ;^ji'york. He went at the beginning of ,e week, and he wasn't to be back till to- L, or perhaps Monday." Xotback from York, and the telegram Bsfrom Sauth Kensington. Lady Belfield's brun bfgan to swim. York There might â- ive been an accident at York perhaps â€" ' the railway on the racecosrse. He jight have been riding in Her notion of York Summ. ven vague she could hardly draw distinc- noos between the Knavesmire and Sandown ?jrk. Her vivid fancy conjured up the 'â- it vision of a broken fence, a fallen horse ud rider lying in one heap of death and niiB niider the summer sun. ' Do yon know if anything has gone tioag with your master?" she asked. "Hiveyou heard of anything?" and then leeiig the girl's ignorance in the blank as- loiiahment depicted in her face, she asked nddenly. " Is Mrs. Biddeley at home " " Yes, my lady. She came home last I:e«day, and is to be at home rill the middle liTxziveek, ong par song, the pa^e says." Lady Belfield waited for ho more. She crossed the landing and sounded the electric tell at Mrs. Baddeley's door. The page idmitted her immediately, having been made to understand that he held his place on the condition of never keeping a visitor over two seconds at the door. He might read as many novels as he liked, and might be as lazy as be liked, but the ordeal by patience which middle-aged and portly butlers inflict upon visitors was not to be inflicted by him. He flung open the draw- ing room door with an air, and announced "Lady Belfield." Mrs. Braddeley was en deshabille, mnfiled inBome loose garment of white cashmere uid peacock plush, half a la Watteau, half a la Grtque, looking very handsome and very indolent, with a three volume novel lying on the sofa â€" all three volumes open, 53 it the had been dipping here and there in the story of interesting bitsâ€" a silver-gilt chocolate pot on the i pindle-legged table at iier side, and Tory reposine at the end of tie sofa. She started up to receive Lidy Belfield without knocking over the table, or disturb- ing the dog, who opened his yellow eyes and blinked at the visitor in f leepy indififer- ence. All her movements were graceful uid sinuous, and she circulated among her uchipelago of dainty tables like a serpent. "Dearest Lady Belfield, what a surprise " she exclaimed. ' Is Helen with you " " No, she is not with me. God knows fbere she is, poor, wretched, lost creature. Botl want to know about my son. He »legraphed for his wife. He must be ill." "He is not much given to worrying abont ois wife when he is well, I admit," said ^1 " but what do you mean by talking »bont my sister as a lost creature. Lady Belfield. Are you out of vour mind " "I shall be if I don't find my son. For I'od's sake tell me the truth, whatever it "• Where is Valentine â€" what ai's him ^hy did he telegraph for his wife this norning " I "I know nothing about your son, Lidy ^eld. He has lived at his clubs mostly "inoe Helen w:ent to you. I scarcely ever Kehim in this house. He is always gcing off to some race meeting. This week he is « Ycrk, two or three weeks hence he will i* at Dancaster. I have long ceased to trouble myself about his movements." " He telegraphed this morning â€" at half- P»«t sevenâ€" from South Kensington ' "Then I suppose he is in South Kensing- "nâ€" and alive, or he could not have tele- Sf»Phed. And now, Lady Belfield. tell me »?out my sister, if yon please. By what mi do you talk of her as a lost creature? ^Vhathas she done?' " She has left my house â€" she has dis- "onoured her husband." "How dare you say that? By what rightr J J I*onora Baddeley had placed herself be- ^een the visitor and the drawing-room "oor, as if to keep Lady Belfield there by "*«, were it necessary. She had drawn "elf to her fullest height, very pale, with y angry spot of crimson burning like a r?e in the centre of each cheek, her eyes "ffhing, her lips quivering, and yet with a TOingely rigid look, as if the whole face "re turning into stone. She has gone off, then," she cried. what art, what hypocrisy, what acting She fled to you for shelter " How do you know that she has gone off with anyone " she asked suddenly. " I have a letter in which she confesses her gnilty determination, a letter in which she tells my son, deliberately, that she. has " ased to love him, and is going away with another man whom she loves as passionately as he loves her." "As he loves her," echoed Leo, with a mocking laugh. "Gad help her if she builds her hopes on his love. God help her if she counts npon that for future happi- nessâ€"or for breadand-cheese. Gad help her next year when he is tired of her, and leaves her to die in a aitch like any other drab." "Mrs. Baddeley, is it womanly co talk of any woman as you are talkicg, most ot all to talk thus of a sister- a sister you once loved?" " Yes, I know, I loved her well enough once. But am I to love the woman who â€" God help us all, L^idy Belfield. I am mad when I think of my sister â€" and that man." " You suspect some one, then You know who has tempted her away " " Da you mean to say you don't know ' "Indeed I do not." " Did yon ever see her with St. Austell Did yon ever see those two together. Lady Belfield, for ten minutesâ€" for five â€" for one One minute would have been enough, if you had eyes." "Yes, I have seen them together. I feared it must be he." "You feared I" cried I.«o, contemptuous- ly. " Why you must have known that it was so. It was not possible to doubt her folly, or his infatuation. Do you know how long Lord St. Austell's infatuations usually last, Lady Belfield " "Indeed I do not. I know nothing abont him, except that he haus a very bid name." "His lordship's grand passionsâ€" his etem al irrepressible self-sacrificing amoursâ€" las about as long as his dress suits. I believe he has a new one every season. To say that my sister has gone off with him is to say that she has gone to utter and unmiti- gated ruin." "It would be unmitigated ruin in any case," said Lady Belfield. " Oh, no i» wouldn't. There are mitiga- tions. There are men who will marry a wo man when she is divorce*^, tbev being the cause of that divorce. Lord S' Aus ell won't. Pas si bite. There are men who will move heaven and earth to protect the woman they have mined from the risk of be- coming a pauper. L,'rd St. Austell would think any tolerably clean woikbouse good enough for his victim, when he has ftrown tired of her. God help my sister when her brief day of bliss is over. It will be a dream," said Mrs. Baddeley, clasping her hands before her eyes, and speaking in a softened voice, as if she were dreaming that dream, " a golden dream in a golden land, with a man whose voice is like music, whose talk has a magical power, who can make life worth living. Y»b, if it were in an at- tic in a back street, in the shabbiest quarter of Paris, or in a third-rate hotel in the dullest town along the Riviera. It will be a blissful dream but it won't last long. It will be gone like other dreams â€" and the will wake to muery." " Help me to save her, if you can, said Lady Belfield. " Her honour and good name are lost beyond ledemption, I fear but let us save her from the misery of her position from the dreadful chances of the future. Lst us find her and get her away from that villain, and put her somewhere in safe and gentle care. I have loved her as my daugh- ter, L3onora. I would do anything in tnis world to help herâ€" and I think Adrian would, too, even in her d»er'»'1»tio" -tven in sp'te of the disgr c: she has brought npon us. She has broken tor ever wun ner husband â€" she can never be anything to him again but she is your siscerâ€" and," added L-,dy Belfield with streaming eyes, " in the day of her sorrow and repentance she shall be once again my daughter." " You are a noble woman," said Mrs. Bad- deley, with a touch of softer feeling than she had shown hitherto, " and I wish I were like you. I wish my sister had been wordier of your affection. Her day of re- pentance will come soon enough. Have no doubt of thatâ€" with him." Her passion, that fierce white hot rage which had transformed her from a woman into a vindictive fury, was calined all at once. She burst into sudden tears, and after a fit of sobbing, became womanlike azaln. " Poor Helen," she sighed, " poor deluded girL May I see the letter ' I " No, it was meant for her husband's eyes only. I will give it to BO one else." " When did she leave the Abbey " Early this momine, before any of the servanta were astir. No one saw or heard her go. She must have gone some distance on foot." " Not far, you may be sure. St. Austell would be somewhere near with a carriaee. is Lord 8t. Antteil who haa twftid her away." " As oartain ai if I had aeen them driving away from your park gate this morning. I tell yon their attaohmeat was notonooa. They were invited oat together like man and wifeâ€" only on difftteat oarda. If it had been in Italy their namea would have been on the aame card. People are fond of Ss. Austell for his eleyemesa and pleaaaat waya, and every one ia indulgent to him and his fancy of (be moment. I might have told yon they would run away, only even I waa daped by Helen'a flight to the Abbey, and fancied her aafe under your wing. He gave out a few weeka ago tuat he waa ordered to the Eutâ€" Bometliing wrong with his lungs. His lungs are alwaya out of order when he wants an. excuse for leavmg England. He talked everywhere of wintering in E jypt or in Ceylon. ^I thought that meant nUEChief â€" only I ^id not th^k'my aiater would dis- grace herself, infatuated as she waa." And then, on being shown the telegram, Mrs. Baddeley at once denounced Sc. Anatell as the sender. The mesaare waa intended to serve Helen as an excuse for getting away a hasty summons from her husband, an order she could not disobey. " Some creature of his sent it, while he was in Devonshire, close at hand, ready to join her directly she waa clear of the Ab- bey." " But she started before the telegram ar- rived," argued Lady Belfield. " A jnakntendu of some kind, and attain very like my sister. She is the very spirit of disorder â€" loses her head on the slightest occasion. Everything was deliberately plan- ned by htm, no doubt. He is coolness per- sonified. She forgot all his instructions at th: last, and ran out of your house like a mad thing." After this lihere was a silence of some duration. Lady Belfield sat in a dejected attitude, thinking deeply, trying to realise the situation and all its hopelessness. Lw walked up and down the room, with hurried steps, stopping every now and then, aa if panting for air. The windowa were all open, and the roll of the caniagea sounded in the i high road, muffled by distance, monotonous aa the roaring of the sea while that inevi- table street cry from sone invisible back s^um, rose shrill upon the nearer silence now and again like a funeral dirge. " I shall have to tell ii y son," said Lady Belfield at last. "Where am I to find him ' " He ia at York, I beUeveâ€" at the Station Hotel, with Beeching. He waa to be Beech- ing'a gueat for the race week." " And the racea are not over yet " "To-day is the last day." " I must go to ork. I must break this trouble to him." "You had better telegraph to him to come to you. He will know hia trouble soon enough. I don't think it will break hia heart. Lady Belfield. If he had cared very much for my sister he would not have neglected her aa he has done almost from their honeymoon." " He haa been very much to blame, I know but for all that, I believe he was deeply attached to his wife, and that the blow will be heavy. Good-bye, Mrs^ Bad- deley, I must go and write my telegrams. I shall stay in your siater'a rooma all to-day in the hope of Valentine'a retui n, but i shall spend the night at the Alcxiudra." Leo followed L^dy Belfield to the door, subdued, and even affectionate. " Let me give you some tea at once, and some dinner by-and-bye," she pleaded. " Yon are looking terribly white and worn after your journey." " You are very good, but I would rather be alone. Ptoebe will get me some tea." Phoebe was the Devonshire parlor maid, a protegee of Lidy Belfield's, delighted to be useful to her. • CHAPTER XXXII.â€" "Once is a Wide Word." Mrs. Baddeley stood on the threshold of her door, watching till the opposite door closed npon Valentine's mother. Then she went hurriedly back to her drawing-room, and looked at the clock. " A quarter to six. More than two hours before the start of the Continental mail," she calculated. "If they left Chadford early this morning they must be in London now â€" at his house perhaps. The safest place, he would think." She kept her finiier on the electric bell till the page was in the room. "Get me a hansom directly, and send Perker to me," she said. Pcrker was her maid, with whose assist- ance she changed her flowing Grecian robe ifor a trim tailor gown and a little^ cloth trqoe to natch, in less than ten minutes. She waa sitting in tiie cab before she had finished putting on her gloves, sitting with resolute brows and clenched teeth, driving to Park-lane. " If I can save her, I will," she thought. " I am about the only person who can do it." There are very few small housea in Park- lane, and those few are distinctly precious, and rented far above their value for it b an inestimable privilege to live in tliat exal- ted aituation without having to maintain a palace. Lird St. Aus ell waa one of the rarely privileged househclders. He had secured the atiort nmainder of a leaae of a amall house at a corner, a house which to the casual eye seemed all balcony and flower pot, but which contained three or four comfortable rooms, with old-fashioned '0h. „ Shed I ^^^ hour of temptation. She boried her- »n.u *** oohntry, she hid herself from the JWW. and she haa gone off after alL That What it all meantâ€" the tearaâ€" the pale r 'ooks-the flying from tiie sednoer. She " Rons off with hinil Oh,wh«tviU»lny.*' o{ *^ o«ne into hn fiaaldag eyeiH-tean ^y, or of rage. She daduid th«m '•'Way whichever thay He haa plenty of experience, and he would pannelling and very low ceilinga. do thin^ handsomely at Arst. Did sheteke 'â- -- '=â€" '=â€" »*- " N^nug! All was packed ready to go. She had not even taken her dressing bag, Sanderson told me. Sanderson was m her room with the housemaid thia morning." • Yea, I can fancy them prying and ex- ploring. How like Helen to pack her boxes and iMkve them all behind her, truating to the chapter of accidenta for gettuw them asun. How like Helen to elope without ao muohaaabmahandcomb. §t. AnsteU wiU have to bny her a trouaseau. I wonder how he wiU like that 7" ^^ t v n .t^ j " Yon don'c auppoae that I aiiall detain her property. Her trunka will be aent to her M aoon aa it ia known where ahe ia." ' Wni not thiat be to encourage her in sinv Better starve her into swift repentance by the loas of her jewela and gowna. I dont tfank St AnateU will cover her with dia.- Zm^ He will give her aweet worda." y do not Sk of them like that, aa if all tUs sorrow and tSa were a theme for *^h. *th«« i» a ridicnloBa Me to every suWwS" ssid Leo, hystetiosBy. " Do y^ â- am* I •« w»» ""y '« h" fc«»»» "y ^I wwild nOsr sw ym mors ssrioas, jg^rlj An y«fa c a n yinced that It It was not the first time Mra. Baddeley had visited the corner house in Park-lane, but she had never been there alone until to day. She bad gone with one or two ohoaen f rienda to take afternoon tea in the low countrified drawing-room, with ita lively oatiook npon the flower beda and the carriagea and cae crowd. She had l^en there on Wedneadaya to aee the ooachea go by, and to eat strawberriea and oream and pue-apple icea from Oraiun'a and to look at Lord Auatell'a booka. Be waa an ama- amateur in booka of tiie lighter sort, and fai bindings, and was proud of showing hie latest acquisitioBS. He used langhlagly to de- clare that he had only h^-a-dozen teaspoons, but so far as they went, they and ths tea the stirred were ac the service of his friends. Mrs. Baddeley might take whom she plepased to Number 333 Park-lane, provided. ih« kept within the limit of the nx tea-spoons. "'Tiuy are all that remain of tiie famoiii St. Austell ^te," he sidd. " What, was all the rest malted dowti fqr Eii» Charles ' asked Leo. "Mo, but most of it was sold off to Colonel Montressor, ofios Jkm M asss, Wast End moa^y Imder," trnprni St -Am-: HkkHtaUp'kballMr kanrMn. and (JEarsd aa hlatoaoa ta ki she fenshed past him and went into tiie room at the back of the dining room Ubraiy, tabagitf or den â€" the room in which St. Ans- tdl wrote his letters in the morning and read Guy de Maupasaant or Guy after midnight a long, irregular-shaped room, lined with bookshelvea and furnished with the miaoel- hmeoua souvenirs of travel between Italy and the East. St Aqatell waa in his usual seat before the writins table, looking through a pile of lettera and papers which had accumulated ia a four daya' absence. A hat boz^ travel- ling desk, and a case of umbrellaa and canes lay on the gronaid near him. Hia luggage had been aent on to Charing Croaa. He looked up at Leonora with angry sur- prise. " I told Morgan I was not at home," he sard. " Did yon really But yon see I didn't ask Morgan's opimon upon that subject. An instinct told me I should find you here," " You are such a clever woman. lam only sorry that I am too busy to enjoy your conversation just now," said Ss. Austell going on with his letters, " but you may as well sit down all the same. I have only a ccuple of hours to settle my affairs, dine and start for Dover." " Yon are going to Paris, I suppsse ' " I am going to Ceylon â€" but one has al- ways to begin with Paris. It is the turn- stile in the gate that leads every wh^^re." " Yon are not going alone?" s»d Mrs. Baddeley, very pale and very resolute. " Of course not. I take my servant. If I could afford it I would take my doctor. I am going abroad for my health.*' "That is a lie. You are going with my sister â€" it is on Helen's account that you are going to Ceylon. You think you can hide yourself there with)^your latest mistress, es- cape from her infuriated husband. I don't think Mr. Bslfield is the kind of a husband to take things altogether quietly. There is a good deal of the original savage in bim. A kind of man to settle matters with a le volver, as they used to do in America a few years aro, when New York was farther from London and Paris than it is now." " I am glad to say that I am not afraid of Mr. Belfield, and I am sorry to say that I am not running away with his wife," said St. Austell, without looking up from the letter he was reading. " You would like me to believe jou, I suppose," muttered Mr. Baddeley, beating the devil's tatoo upon the faded Indian pray- er rug. "I am much too busy to care whether you believe me or disbelieve me. Haven't I told yon that I have to settle my affairs, financial and otherwise, and dine before eight o'clock. If you have any idea that I am hiding your sister in this house par z ample you had better go through all the room 4 and look in all tne closets while I finish my work here. When you have set your mind at ease by doing that, perhaps you will honour me by sharing my sole and' my chicken." ']|3rou mocking devil. I'll take you at your word," said Leo, starting up and mov ing towards the door. " I know she left Otiadford with you this morning. I know that, I tell you. Sae must be in thia house â€" or waiting for you at the station. here else could i^e be And you could hardly leave her at the stal ion." " Try this house," said St. A'utell, atill without looking up. " The investigation will occupy you till dinner time, and enable me to finish my business here." "I will," she said, lingering near the door, and looking at his imperturbable face. She went out into the hall, and looked into the dining room. The table, dwindled to a circle, was laid for one. The room was empty. She ran up to the drawing rooms, and pulled aside portieres, and looked into comers, and behind the p'ano, and shook a week's dust out of the tresh, pure-looking chintz curtains. She was not satisfied even with this, and hastily explored the upper floor â€" bedroom, dressing room, boot room, bath room, servants' rooms â€"ashamed of herself, and giving only a hurried glance in at each door. It was but the work of ten minutes in all. " Have you looked in the kitchens and the cellars?' asked St. Austell, when she returned to his den, crimson with shame and nut of breath. " She will meet you at the station, or she is waitiag for you there," said Leo. " I hope I may find her there. It would be a pleasant surprise. May I tell them to lay a knife and tork for you " he asked, risine and going towards the bell. " Certainly not. I shall not detain you much longer." " S) sorry that I should be obliged to count the minutes in such charming society," murmured Sc Austell, putting away his pipsft, and locking h's despatch box. "I have finished my work for the moment I am quite at your service," he said, leaning his oack against the mantelpiece, in hta favourite attitnde. his slender, languid figure, and pale oval face accentuated by the back ground of old Italian oak, and the vivid colouring of brass and copper, vermil- Uon and orange pottery, and pale green agate. " You think that you cm deceive me, St. Austell," Leo began ps«sionately, stand- ins with one knee upon the seat of a Prie Dien chair, and with her hands clasped tightly on the carved cherry -wood back " yon think I have been blind all tma time â€" «iat I have not aeen and nnderstoocT what was going on between you and my sister." ' Upon my honour, my dear Leo, I have thought nothing iibout you, either one way or the other. When a man ia deaperatdy bi lovtB with one woman, he ia not given to afaatmae speculations upon the sentiments of another woman." *â-  Not even when he once made paasion- ate love to that other woman " " Onoe, Leo Onoe U a wide word. The butterflies were onoe grubs. This world waa onoe a miaty nudena floating in unim- aginable spaoe. I know that I was once in kyswitii yonâ€" passionately, aayon aayâ€" and that I oaoe pnraued youâ€" and that yon enoonraged my poranit nntil it reached juat Aat OB* defiidte point at which it beoame iaooayanieat and daaoeroaa, and then yon tlnew me over, aa yon nare thrown ovar ao naiqr better menâ€" poor young Strond, tvt ^â„¢i'^nmm, who loat ma liead and then con- soled himself with a bnllet There an mm trihadtf^aot niish being tooled and flung ^ifiu see, Leo. The fooHrii omta shoot tlaljnulni Tha wfssr-fo away and tmcmt yoBt'W'tdid. WaanaotaD^paldeat liSaa aAar tba) oMNUMrof B««ddng." i^ltma,~yod fowat â- a-^isigil foigotr' tMoora, la a ahoUag fob*. "I jl/6a tiMOilbt 1 did mk ««• lor yaur* ' V ' '•,. â- a*?' â- /â- -' ** Ihat waa pfaoin^ my ** Yon did not know. Yon shall nevar know. I woald out my toa^pia oat. sooner than tell you. And you upbraid me with thoae aweet daya when I oould tliink of yon aa my friend â€" ^when I aaw yon every day without nproach of oonacienoaâ€" wh«nâ€" " "When yon fooled me to the top of my bent" " I waa ao happy until you threw Off the and then I could but remember that £ had a good kind fellow in India, working ' for his country and me." " And that you had a character to lose, and that it ia not a pleaaatt thing to be out by other women â€" even the rather easy-iroing women in your set They have their stan- dard. So far and no furUier is the motto of the clan. Oh, my dear Mrs. Baddeley, aen- timentality won't anawer tetween you and me. You are one of the cleverest women I know. You know the age you live in, and yon are able to live np to its reqairementa. You manage to get everything in this world that you want â€" withoutany sacrifice, even of character. But you must not expect more than than." " I expect nothing from you," she sanswc. ed moodily. " But I mean to know tbv truth. Why are yon going to Ceylon " " For my lungs." " Oh, I have heard that before. That an old atory." " A true one all the same. The right lung is decidedly affected, and my doctor insists npon a mild climate. Perhaps were that the only motive, I might have wintered at Bournemouth or Ventnor, but I had an- other motive, which so far has been thwart- ed. " How's Tory " he asked, when the silenoe began to grow oppressive. "Tory is in excellent health, thanks. And yon are really going to Paris by the mail " "Rsally." ' And you still protest that you are going there alone T ' " I have never protested. I merely stated a fact. I go to Paris with my servant, that is all. If you want particulars, I shall put np at the Hotel de B.M]e. I shall amuse myself in Paris for a week or so, and then I shall go quietly on to Brindisi, stopping wherever 1 feel ditpised. I shall go by the Rapideas far as Micon, and then in all possibility I shall make a detour and cool myself on the Riffel before I dawdle down into Italy. It will be time enough if I sail for the east in 0:tobsr." " A charming programme, with a sym- pathetic companion," tneered Mrs. Baddeley, " but as a solitary promenade I should con- sider it rather dreary. One knows all those places before-hand, and at onr age," with a deprecating shrug, " they are only stora- houses for memories and regrets. The world is hardly large enough nowadays for people who have the capacity to live and to re- member." " I am not afraid of Eolitude. I am egotist enough to find myself pretty good company." " I have a good^nind to share your chicken and your cab to Charing Cross," said Mra. Biddeley, after a few moments' reflection. " Tbere are some friends of mine at Dover who have been plaguing mt to go and see them. I might run down for a day or two, take them by surprise as they are yawning in their lodging houe lamplight, after hav- ing exhausted the newspapers and their own conversation." "Do," cried St Austell, "you would burst upon them with as revivifying power as if yon were Aurora. And hov nice for me to have yon for a travelling companion. One generally gets. to Dover in an after-din- ner nap, but of course that is only a pis^ oiler." " I won't rob you of your sleep," said Leo, starting up to go, with an air of having come to a sudden dtcision. "I won't go to Dover to-night. And 1 h-ive just remem- bered that Tory will be waiting tor his chop He always dires an hour before I do, so tb.t' be may behave prettily and be society fo' me while I dine." • • Happy Tory. Good-bye. " "Goodb^'e. It means for a long tiroes doesn't it ' she said, as she shook hands, his fingers detaining the neatly plovedhand just a little longer than they need have done, with a f a'xt r m'ni: cence cf a worn-out sen- timent. " Who knows?" "Ceylon is so far." " Toere is no such thing aa distance nowa- d:iys. Australia means a fortnight â€" ^no other place need count. I'll see yon to your carriage." He put her into the hanaom which had waited, and which rattied her luack to Wilkie Mansiona in a quarter of an honr. She kept her word ao f ar aa the poodle waa concerned, and looked on while he ate hia chop, daintily, on a plate aet upon a taUe napkin. She saw lum safely throngh his. meal, and then changed her smart tailor gown for the dowdiest thing she possessed in the way of gowna â€" a black ailk and caah- mere of two years ago. In thia and a black bonnet and rather thick veil, ahe might easily escape recognition in the lamplight at a crowded station. She drove to Charing Croaa and waa in the station just a quarter of an hour before, the departure of the Continental maiL She saw St. Austell's valet getting the luggage registered, a good deal of luggage, but all distinctly masculine. She saw St Auatell himself buying newspapers at the stall. She saw hiin pass through the gate on his way to the train â€" alone and she saw no feminine figure that bore the faintest resemblance to her sister. " She is to meet him in Paris," thought Leo, " it has been all planned befora hand. She will go by another route, perhaps. From Exeter to Southampton and tbenoe to Havra and Paris. By that way she would escape observation. Yes, she will join him in Paris. That is the reason he took things so qnietiy. God help herâ€" and me." She g%ve a long sigh â€" ^r^intfnl, pasrion- ate, despairing even â€" and stood near the gate while the whistle shrieked and tha Continental expreaa moyed alowly out of the great vaulted atation Into tiie sonmier twi- Ught T£e last raya ol the setting sod gbamed on the brazen angiaa aa It steaow!' amy, taking St AaataU to wanner tkki and faint sweet odonn of spioarbearfaig teaa; and tropioal flowen. How loag might It b befon ib«f two woold mset agMK. In a» case he was lost to her. 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