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"It is not the Fairies' Glen at all; it is that bit down by Gough's farm," says Florence coldly Of late she has not been so blind to Dora's artificialness as she used to be

"Ah, so it is!" agrees Dora airily, not in the least discoenius, dearest, you are really, and ht make your fortune, only that you have one irl!"

"You want ests Florence quietly

"Ah, true; and about so important too!" She throws into her whole air so led with assumed bashfulness that Florence knows by instinct that the "sorows pale and es, leaning back with a weary sigh

"I have just received this letter," says Mrs Talbot, taking fro it out to Florence, "and I want to kno I shall answer it Would you--would you honestly advise o and meet him as he desires?"

"As who desires?"

"Ah, true; you do not know, of course! I am so selfishly full of myself and my own concerns, that I seeive me, dearest, and read his sweet little letter, will you?"

"Of who--to whose letter do you refer?" asks Florence, a little sharply, in the agony of her heart

"Florence! Whose letter would I call 'sweet' except Sir Adrian's?" answers her cousin, with gentle reproach

"But it isthe letter in her hand, and glancing at it with great distaste "He probably intended no other eyes but yours to look upon it"

"But I must obtain advice from some one, and who so natural to expect it fro her handkerchief to her eyes--"you object to help me, Florence, or if it distresses you to read--"

"Distresses htily "Why should it distressyour--lover's--letter, why should I hesitate about doing so? Pray sit dohile I run through it"

Dora having seated herself, Florence hastily reads the false note fro to end Her heart beats furiously as she does so, and her color coain