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Dynecourt that she will give him half an hour in the north gallery to try over his part with her, as she considers it will be better, and more conducive to the smoothness of the piece, to learn any little mannerisms that may belong to either of them. To this speech Dynecourt makes a suitable reply, and names a particular hour for them to meet.

"Not as yet," agrees Dynecourt, studying her attentively; "and if I might be open with you," he adds, breaking off abruptly and assuming an air of anxiety "we might perhaps mutually help each other." "Help each other?" "Dear Mrs.

No; surely it is the last place to suspect any one would go to without a definite purpose; and what purpose could Sir Adrian have for going there? So far Arthur feels himself safe. He turns away, and joins the women and the returned sportsmen in the upper drawing-room. "Where is Dynecourt?" asks somebody a little later.

"Then this, and this, and this," says Adrian, striking out three names on her card, after which they move away together and mingle with the other dancers. In the meantime, Florence growing fatigued, or disinclined to dance longer with Dynecourt, stops abruptly near the door of a conservatory, and, leaning against the framework, gazes with listless interest at the busy scene around.

"She is but a girl she hardly knows her own mind." "She seems to know it pretty well when Adrian addresses her," he says, with a sullen glance. At this Mrs. Talbot can not repress a start; she grows a little pale, and then tries to hide her confusion by a smile. But the smile is forced, and Arthur Dynecourt, watching her, reads her heart as easily as if it were an open book.

Nearer and nearer it comes now into the fuller glare of the lamp-light, and stops short at the door so dreaded by the castle servants. Looking uneasily around him, Arthur Dynecourt for it is he unfastens this door, and, entering hastily, closes it firmly behind him, and ascends the staircase within.

Sir Adrian Dynecourt, after a prolonged tour on the Continent and lingering visits to the East, has at last come home with the avowed intention of becoming a staid country gentleman, and of settling down to the cultivation of turnips, the breeding of prize oxen, and the determination to be the M.F.H. when old Lord Dartree shall have fulfilled his declared intention of retiring in his favor.

Miss Delmaine, having given a grave assent to this arrangement, moves away, as though glad to be rid of her companion. A few minutes afterward Dynecourt, meeting Mrs. Talbot in the hall, gives her an expressive glance, and tells her in a low voice that he considers himself deeply in her debt. "You are late," says Arthur Dynecourt in a low tone.

I had no idea they were more than ordinary and very new acquaintances." "It is quite a year since we first met Arthur in Switzerland," responds Dora demurely, calling Dynecourt by his Christian name, a thing she has never done before, because she knows it will give Sir Adrian the impression that they are on very intimate terms with his cousin. "He has been our shadow ever since.

Arthur Dynecourt, who has accompanied her to the footlights, and who joins in her triumph, picks up the bouquet and presents it to her. As he does so the audience again become aware that she receives it from him in a spirit that suggests detestation of the one that hands it, and that her smile withers as she does so, and her great eyes lose their happy light of a moment before.