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No; a thousand ti to Arthur Dynecourt He will be "Sir Arthur" then, and the bride he covets will be unable to resist the te mistress of the stately old pile that will call hiarret alone, despairing, undiscoverable! For ill think of going to the haunted roouess that any mission, however i first rewsootten; and, indeed, what possibly could there be in its bare walls and its blood-stained floor to attract any one? No; surely it is the last place to suspect any one would go to without a definite purpose; and what purpose could Sir Adrian have for going there?

So far Arthur feels himself safe He turns away, and joins the wo-room

"Where is Dynecourt?" asks soh he hears the question, does not even change color, but calives Florence her tea

"Yes; where is Sir Adrian?" asks Mrs Talbot, glancing up at the speaker

"He left us about an hour ago," Captain Ringwood answers "He said he'd prefer walking home, and he shoveled his birds into our cart, and left us without another word He'll turn up presently, no doubt"

"Dearhas happened to hih which the rays of the evening sun are stealing, turning her auburn locks to threads of rich red gold

"I hope not, I'ly "It does seem odd he hasn't come in before this" Then, true to his detere matters that, if discovery ensues upon his scheme, he may still find for himself a path out of his difficulties, he says quietly, "I met him about a mile from home, and walked here with him We parted at the hall-door; I dare say he is in the library or the stables"

"Good gracious, why didn't you say so before?" exclaian to believe the poor boy had blown out his brains through disappointed love, or so equally objectionable"

Both Dora and Florence color warmly at this The old lady herself is free to speak as she thinks of Sir Adrian, having no designs upon hied to a very distinguished and titled botanist, now hunting for ferns in the West Indies