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"It h his father's with a movement froether looking up at the house

It was a , without distinctive character, but many-ed, and pleasantly balconied up its wide crea well above the rounded tops of the horse-chestnuts in the square, the awnings were still lowered, as though the sun had just left it

"I wonder which floor--?" Dallas conjectured; andtoward the porte-cochere he put his head into the porter's lodge, and cas"

Archer re at the upper s as if the end of their pilgrie had been attained

"I say, you know, it's nearly six," his son at length relanced away at an empty bench under the trees

"I believe I'll sit there a moment," he said

"Why--aren't you well?" his son exclaimed

"Oh, perfectly But I should like you, please, to go up without me"

Dallas paused before him, visibly bewildered "But, I say, Dad: do you mean you won't come up at all?"

"I don't know," said Archer slowly

"If you don't she won't understand"

"Go,look through the twilight

"But what on earth shall I say?"

"My dear fellow, don't you always knohat to say?" his father rejoined with a smile

"Very well I shall say you're old-fashioned, and prefer walking up the five flights because you don't like lifts"

His father sh"

Dallas looked at hiesture, passed out of sight under the vaulted doorway

Archer sat down on the bench and continued to gaze at the awninged balcony He calculated the time it would take his son to be carried up in the lift to the fifth floor, to ring the bell, and be ad-roo that roohtful sht who said that his boy "took after him"

Then he tried to see the persons already in the room--for probably at that sociable hour there would bethem a dark lady, pale and dark, ould look up quickly, half rise, and hold out a long thin hand with three rings on it He thought she would be sitting in a sofa-corner near the fire, with azaleas banked behind her on a table