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That night when Dorise, in a pretty, pale-blue evening gown, entered the great, old panelled dining-room rather late for dinner, her mother exclaimed petulantly: "How late you are, dear! Mr Sherrard has had a telegra train from Perth"

"Have you?" she asked the man as odious to her "I'irl called They are getting up a bazaar for the old people down in the village, and we have to help it, I suppose Oh! these bazaars, sales of work, and other little excuses for extracting shillings fro"

"She called on me last week," said Lady Ranscomb "Newte told her I was not at home"

The old-fashioned butler, John Newte, a white-haired, rosy-faced man, who had seen forty years' service with the ducal owner of Blairglas, served the dinner in his own stately style Sir Richard had been a good s had never been the same since the castle had passed into its nener's hands

Dorise endeavoured to be quite affable to the sret that he was called away so suddenly, while he, on his part, declared that it was "awful hard luck," as he had been looking forward to a week's good sport on the river

"Do coed "Get your business over and get back here for the weekend"

"I'll try," was Sherrard's half-hearted response, whereat Newte entered to announce that the car was ready

Then he bade hter adieu, and went out

Dorise could see that herso abruptly frustrated

"We ered over the dessert "Whom shall we ask?"

"I really don't care in the least, mother I'm quite happy here alone It is a rest We shall have to be back in town in a fortnight, I suppose"

"George could quite well have waited for a day or two," Lady Ranscomb declared "I went out to see the Muirs, at Forteviot, and when I got back he toldhim that it was i I tried to persuade him to stay, but he declared it to be ihed Dorise mischievously

"What next, my dear! You know he is over head and ears in love with you!"

"Oh! That's quite enough, mother You've told me that lots of times before But I tell you quite frankly his love leaves me quite cold"