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The breakfast-roo and cool and dark, it was simply Lewis's room, and he preferred to entertain his friends there instead of wandering a-roo sashes; and the view on one side was to a great hill shoulder, fir-clad and deep in heather, and on the other to the glen below and the shining links of the Avelin It was panelled in dark oak, and the furniture was a strange medley The deep arm-chairs by the fire and the uns, rods, polo sticks, whips, which were stacked or hung everywhere, and the heads of deer on the walls, gave it an atood--tater-colours, a small Raeburn above the fireplace, and half a dozen fine etchings In a corner were roups--the Eton Ra clubs, and one of Lewis on horseback in racing costu deeply miserable Low bookcases of black oak ran round the walls, and the shelves were crammed with books piled on one another, ainst the dark wood Floere everywhere-coarden flowers of old-fashioned kinds, for the owner hated exotics, and in a shallow silver bowl in the reatoodwill The host began to ru his correspondence, and finally extracted an unstahtened as he read, and he laid it doith a broad smile and helped himself to fish

"Are you people very particular what you do to-day?" he asked

Arthur said, No George explained that he was in the hands of his beneficent friend

"Because ot up some sort of a picnic on the moors, and she wants us to e meditatively "Excellent! I shall be charnificantly at Arthur, who returned the glance

"Who are at Glenavelin?" asked that si man with an air of innocence

"There's a man called Stocks, whom you probably know"

Arthur nodded

"And there's Bertha Afflint and her sister"

It was George's turn to nod approvingly The sharp-witted Miss Afflint was a great ally of his

"And there's a Miss Wishart--Alice Wishart," said Leithout a word of coeria that will be all"