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On the nextafter breakfast Neville was taken into his uncle's cha that there was to be no conversation on disagreeable subjects on this occasion His aunt remained in the room while he was there, and the conversation was almost confined to the expression of thanks on the part of the Earl to his nephew for co, and of hopes on the part of the nephew that his uncle ht soon be well One matter was mooted as to which no doubt ht it better to h a fortnight were a very long tiht!" said the Earl

"We won't talk of his going yet," replied Lady Scroope

"Supposing I had died, he could not have gone back in a fortnight," said the Earl in a lowvoice

"My dear uncle, I hope that I may live to see you in your own place here at Scroope formore was then said on that subject Fred, however, had carried out his purpose He had been determined to let them understand that he would not hold hi at Scroope Manor

Then he wrote a letter to his own Kate It was the first tih he was so of the letter was an excitement to him If so, what must the receipt of it have been to Kate O'Hara! He had promised her that he would write to her, and froone she was anxious to send in to the post-office at Ennisti to her When she did get it, it was indeed a treasure To a girl who really loves, the first love letter is a thing as holy as the recollection of the first kiss "May I see it, Kate?" said Mrs O'Hara, as her daughter sat poring over the scrap of paper by the

"Yes, mamma,--if you please" Then she paused a moment "But I think that I had rather you did not Perhaps he did not e her request, but contented herself with co her The reader, however, shall have the privilege which was denied to Mrs O'Hara

DEAREST KATE, I got here all alive yesterday at four I caot a mouthful to eat after I left Limerick I never saw such beastliness as they have at the stations My uncle isI can't tell you any particular news,--except this, that that old cat down at Castle Quin,--the one with the crisp-curled wig,-- and the ears of a cat and the eyes of a bird, and she sends word to Scroope of everything that she shtest difference to me,--nor to you I should think Only I hate such interference The truth is oldelse to do If I were you I wouldn't be an old maid