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pulsion, yet I am thankful now that I found courage, when she asked me to kiss him, not to shrink from that simple duty of gratitude. I allowed her to lift me, and I put my mouth to the frozen forehead, with what a sense of fear and horror I even can recall to-day. I was glad to nestle up against Mrs Clement on the mail-car and press my lips against her live arm to get the cold contact from them. I felt so miserable, so broken was my faith in life, that the return to Lysterby passed unnoticed. I remember neither the departure, the journey, nor the arrival at school.

The episode of my first vacation closed with that dread picture of a dead man and a white shroud, and in the lugubrious illumination of tapers, and nurse sobbing and keening, with no hope of comfort. After that the troubles of home and school looked poor enough, and for some time the nuns found me a very sober and studious little girl. It was long before even Mr Parker could raise a smile; and Play Day, when we were permitted to do as we liked all day, found me with no livelier desire than to sit still and pore over the novels of Lady Georgiana Fullerton.



This period of unwonted mildness in a turbulent career was seized by the good ladies of Lysterby as a fitting moment for my first communion. might be only a temporary lull in a course of perversity which would not occur again and so I was ordered to study anew the lives of the saints. This was quite enough to turn my eager mind from thoughts of daring deed to dreams of sanctity.

I proposed to model my life on that of each fresh saint; was in turn St Louis of Gonzague, St Elizabeth of Hungary, St Theresa and St Stanislaus of Koscuetzo, for the life of me I cannot remember the spelling of that Polish name, but it began with a K and ended with an O, with a mad assortment of consonants and vowels between. St Elizabeth I found

very charming, until the excessive savagery of her confessor, Master Conrad, diminished my enthusiasm. When I came to the barbarous scene where Master Conrad orders the queen to visit him in his monastery, which was against the monacal law, and then proceeds to thrash her bare back while he piously recites the Miserere, I shut the book for ever, and declined upon the spot to become a saint.

Nevertheless I made my first communion in a most edifying spirit. I spent a week in retreat down in the town convent, and walked for hours up and down the high-walled garden discoursing with precocious unctuousness to my good friend Mother Aloysius, who, naïve soul, was lost in wonder and admiration of my gravity and sanctimoniousness. I medi

"Has Bob turned hedgehog since he succeeded? I forgot -I was sorry, Betty. I saw it in the papers. Your father was very good to me. It's no use talking about it; I'm sorry."

She said nothing, but laid her hand for a moment on his arm.

"But about Bob- he must have had a reason. Tell it me. Ah! come and let us sit on those chairs." They sat in silence for some momentsHerbert compressing his lips, Betty scratching in the dust with her parasol. Then he said quietly, "You're going to be married?"


"Am I to have back my ring?" She met his eyes, perplexed. He had almost banished appeal from them, but his lips twitched.

"Honour, Betty. It pledges you to nothing but a feeling, and I shall never remind you. Am I to have back my ring?"

"No, Herbert. I shall keep your ring."

He gave a slow sigh of relief, and leaned back on the little green chair. Lady Betty spoke quickly, digging at the ground. "Understand, Herbert. This man— the man I'm going to marry-is fond of me, I know, and I don't dislike him. I'm going to be to be a good wife, you know."

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"You saw him last night. Bob says he was talking to him when you went by."

"That fellow! Yes; I saw him, and I loathed him. I loathe the type. It's all right chopping wood or fighting in the ranks; but I can't stand it carrying its clumsy manners into drawing-rooms and giving the tone to all England. Curse him! A sleek, confident, stupid, purse-proud pig! Betty, I can't let you go to a creature like that."

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put me in the way of a fortune, and he's a gentleman and a man of his word I should hate it, but I'd do it for you In ten years we might come back and live decently, and all my crimes would be forgotten. Will you marry me?"

She bent down over her parasol, and then her little head and her big hat shook. “No-I can't. I can't make enemies of everybody. I can't give everything up. I'm fond of you-but not like that. It's

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Herbert stood up. "Well, good-bye, my little weak darling-I knew you wouldn't. One can't expect it in our little weak world." He stood before her smiling: the place was empty where they were, and as he glanced round it, the trim grass and trees, shining demurely in the noon -day sun, seemed to hint of comedy. He broke into his light laugh, and

of a song she remembered—

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Ou la, ou la, ou la la.”

But you don't, do you? So good-bye, good-bye, dear." They shook hands, and he swung quickly away.

As he turned into Piccadilly at Hyde Park Corner he recognised Fairbrother, looking very prosperous and content, and walking westwards. Fairbrother, self-absorbed, did not notice the glance, which, seeming to look indifferently over his head, took in his appearance very accurately; but Herbert, when he had passed him, set his mouth and looked savage.

Lady Betty sat on, and dropped a few tears as women use, and presently took her innocent baby face to lunch with her family.


They had dined at six-a compromise; but it was supposed that Sir Eustace Flair of old may well have postponed his dinner-hour in view of the business and rejoicings to be done when he came to his own: they had dined at six, and the sky was red over the sea with the setting sun when Bob Mereworth rose in his place. His pleasant face was flushed, and he raised his glass with a jovial gesture, and seemed complacent in his knowledge of old phrases.

"Fair ladies, and my dear friends, you who have honoured my poor house and my simple feast, and you whose natural place is here"-he smiled at Lady Betty and nodded to Arthur Fairbrother—“I ask you to drink with me the health of the gentleman behind my chair. Sir Eustace Flair, wherever he may be!"

They all rose, and held their glasses towards the silent, pale figure on the canvas. "Sir Eustace Flair!" and they emptied their glasses.

As they sat down Lady Betty contrived without notice to wipe her eyes with her hand. The next moment she was chatting to Hugh Sinclair in very tolerably archaic English. The ringlets she wore became her small and dainty-featured face, and she could afford to wear a dress which trusted to natural qualities. So could Bertha Mostyn, her friend, whose blond ringlets fell prettily over a high complexion. The men were sumptuous in lace and velvet; but their short hair gave them—and more especially Fairbrother-something of an appearance of Roundheads who had rifled their enemies' wardrobes. But Lord Mereworth wore his strange dress easily, as did Hugh Sinclair, a dark youth with rather a Roman face. Arthur Fairbrother, it was to be confessed, looked uncomfortable, and palpably dressed up, and his smile was a trifle rigid.

Truth to tell, his dinner had not been happy. The habit of 1660 suited him only in that it showed his sturdy calves, and they were hidden by the table. The language bothered him. He had tried conscientiously to get it up, but could never think of the phrase he wanted, whereas the others, who merely guessed at it, were never at a loss. Its strange terms gave them many opportunities for the chaff they loved, which they pushed to a point of rather forcible frankness. Mereworth and his friends were of a set which was quite free from any vulgarity there may be in prudery or mincingness of ex

pression: on the contrary, in its intimate moments it permitted itself much innocent plain-speaking, and the respectable Arthur Fairbrother had been shocked aforetime. On this occasion, the frankness of an earlier period assisting, he was most unhappy, and quite unable to respond. He should have reflected that the plainspeaking was a token of intimacy to him, since it would not have been used before a stranger not of their society; but he did not so reflect, and was the victim of an increasing embarrassment, which the others, in the jollity of the proceedings, did not notice. For even Lady Betty had been only once distressed, when her brother's little speech reminded her vividly of other times,-or perhaps she forced her gaiety to hide her feelings, and was too busy in doing so to remember poor Fairbrother's.

It was worse when she and Bertha Mostyn, her friend, were gone from the dining-room, and the three young men were left alone. I should have stated before that these five were the whole assembly, the two other people invited having made good excuses, or having felt unequal to the masquerade. Mereworth and Hugh Sinclair settled down to the telling of stories, and the stories were very frank and free, a pleasure being found in re-dressing old ones in archaic English - the archaism, of course, being much exaggerated, and recruited from many periods. Fairbrother was quite disgusted. He felt that the anticipated romance had

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