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"Ah," he says, stepping back as she hurls these words at hi her with a face distorted by passion, "if I were the master here, instead of the poor cousin--if I were Sir Adrian--your treatment of me would be very different!"

At the mention of Sir Adrian's narows deadly pale Her lips quiver, but her eyes do not droop

"I do not understand you," she says proudly

"Then you shall," responds Dynecourt "Do you think I aiven your proud heart to my cousin, that he has conquered where other men have failed; that, even before he has declared any love for you, you have, in spite of your pride, given all your affection to hi lips She looks faint, and is treht, uests have read it too? May not even Adrian himself have discovered her secret passion, and perhaps despised her for it, as being unwo in the torture he can see he is inflicting; "though you thrust froination, I will tell you that Sir Adrian has other views, other intentions I have reason to know that, when he marries, the name of his bride will not be Florence Del herself fro with all her old fire, "and never presuain Go!"

She points with extended hand to the door at the lower end of the gallery So standing, with her eyes strangely bright, and her perfect figure drawn up to its fullest height, she looks superb in her disdainful beauty

Dynecourt, losing his self-possession as he gazes upon her, suddenly flings himself at her feet and catches her dress in his hands to detain her

"Have pity on ly; "it is my unhappy love for you that has driven ? He has title, lands, position--above and beyond everything, the priceless treasure of your love, whilst I am bankrupt in all Show itated that they fail to hear the sound of approaching footsteps

"Release me, sir," cries Florence imperiously