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He went down to the lawn, lighted a cigar, and began to s nervously back and forth A se-drive and stopped in the porte-cochere In the rays froht and ascend the steps to the veranda A half-sar cast into the shrubbery e -room He noted the spick-and-span appearance, the jaunty, satisfied air of expectancy, and his blood began to boil with rage

"My God!" he groaned "Shein love with him--if she has not always loved him, and he nos it She ether, as they will be in a few minutes on the road, what more natural than that he should caress her? I would have done it with any man's wife if I had felt an inclination I am the joke of the town and must bear it I must stand by and letto the

"No; tell her, please, that I'll wait out here on the lawn" Mostyn remarked the note of curbed elation in the voice, and saw Buckton turn down the steps

A hted Fearing that he ht have been seen froreet the man with the conventional unconcern he had been able to summon to his aid on for, autorass to the other s"

"Tiptop," Buckton said, with a sort of restraint Mostyn inwardly resented "Couldn't have turned out better Sorry you've cut out the giddy whirl, oldyou, but you have refused so many times that--"

"Oh no" Mostyn heartily despised the role he was playing "I a"

"Had your day, I see," Buckton laughed, significantly "You certainly kept the pace, if all tales are true The sort of thing we do these days must be tame by comparison"

"Oh, I don't know," Mostyn returned, with enforced carelessness "Men are the saratulate you on your recent good fortune"