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Paul Montague at this tis in Sackville Street, and ostensibly the world was going ith him But he had ue, and Montague,--and also their consolation,--are already known to the reader He was troubled too about his love, though when he allowed his reat railway he would venture to hope that on that side his life ht perhaps be blessed Henrietta had at any rate as yet showed no disposition to accept her cousin's offer He was troubled too about the ga that in that direction thereto it from day to day in spite of his own conscience But there was yet another trouble which cul after that Sunday night which had been so wretchedly spent at the Beargarden, he got into a cab in Piccadilly and had hiton Here he knocked at a decent, modest door,-- at such a house as men live in with two or three hundred a year,--and asked for Mrs Hurtle Yes;--Mrs Hurtle lodged there, and he was shown into the drawing-room There he stood by the round table for a quarter of an hour turning over the lodging-house books which lay there, and then Mrs Hurtle entered the room Mrs Hurtle was a hom he had once promised to marry 'Paul,' she said, with a quick, sharp voice, but with a voice which could be very pleasant when she pleased,--taking him by the hand as she spoke, 'Paul, say that that letter of yours ive everything'

'I cannot say that,' he replied, laying his hand on hers

'You cannot say it! What do you mean? Will you dare to tell s are changed,' said Paul hoarsely He had co because he had felt that to re was inexpressibly painful to hi his troth to this woman, but the justification of his conduct was founded on reasons which he hardly kne to plead to her He had heard that of her past life which, had he heard it before, would have saved him from his present difficulty But he had loved her,--did love her in a certain fashion; and her offences, such as they were, did not debar her from his sympathies