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"Oh, youher blonde head "A lover--no! How can you be so absurd! And yet I think--I hope--"

"I see!" interrupts Florence sadly "Well, I will be as discreet as you wish; but at least, if what I iratulate you with allover to Mrs Talbot, she lays her arms round her neck and kisses her softly As she does so, a tear falls from her eyes upon Dora's cheek There is so much sweetness and abandonment of self in this action that Dora for theaway the tear frohtly-"But indeed, ue I'Trifles light as air' float through ladden me in spite ofDo not build castles for ne"

"They seeht castles," observes Florence wistfully

"A bad os the poet And now to speak of yourself You enjoyed yourself?"

"Of course--" lad to see you had made it up with poor Arthur Dynecourt!"

"How?" de upon her quickly

"I saw you dancing with him, dearest; I ith Sir Adrian at the ti he said, I think he would be rather pleased if you could bring yourself to reward poor Arthur's long devotion"

"Sir Arthur said that? He discussed , you understand He told me too that you were so, and that he had to stay a considerable time with you to restore you to calmness He is always so kind, dear Adrian!"

"He spoke of that?" deuish If he had made her emotion a subject of common talk with Mrs Talbot, all indeed is at an end between them, even that sweet visionary offer of friendship he had made to her No; she could not submit to be talked about by hi it costs her to say these words to herself! That he now loves Dora seems to her mind beyond dispute Is she not his confidante, the one in whohts and surmises?