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He seemed by this time to be thoroughly at his ease, but Max was not deceived. "Of course not," said Dudley, quickly. "I only meant that considering" he paused, and seemed to be trying to recollect something "considering what took place down at Datton yesterday and how anxious your father seemed to be rid of me "

And when, at luncheon time, it was discovered that certain things were wanted from town, and Max offered to go up for them, Doreen and her brother exchanged a look from which she gathered that he would not forget her errand. Max had plenty of time, while he was being jolted from Datton to Cannon Street, to decide on the best means of carrying out his promise.

Now, while the host found it impossible to shake off the signs of his old calling, the doctor was a man who had never been able to assume them. From head to foot there was no trace of the doctor in his appearance; he looked all over what at heart he was the burly, good-humored, home-loving, land-loving country gentleman, who looked upon Great Datton, where his home was, as the pivot of the world.

It has quite upset me for a time; you could see that yourself when you met me. I I don't know quite what to do to get the thing out of my mind. I think I shall run down to Datton with you, and see what that will do. What do you think?" Now, although he had drunk more wine than usual, Dudley knew perfectly well what he was saying, and Max stared at him in astonishment. "What?" he exclaimed.

If I were in your shoes, I shouldn't tread the streets of Babylon more than once a twelvemonth." "You think that now," returned Max, "because you see more than enough of town." "Well, I'm not going to see much more of it at present," retorted Dudley. "This afternoon I'm off again down to Datton, and I came to ask whether you were coming down with me."

"It is the will of God," replied the old man, while the tears flowed down his cheeks "it's God's will, an' I won't consale it any longer; take me away I'm guilty I'm guilty." CHAPTEE XXI. Condy Datton goes to Prison. The scene that presented itself in Condy Dalton's miserable cabin was one, indeed, which might well harrow any heart not utterly callous to human sympathy.