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"How can you sit here cal," exclaims Dora veheot"--with a ain by his death; we do not"

"No, you lose," he retorts coolly "Though, after all, even had things been different, I can't say I think you had much chance at any time"

He smiles insolently at her as he says this But she pays no heed either to his words or his sht, and at last she gives expression to it

"What have you done with hih to coive her an answer to the question that has been torturing her for days past

"With wholeam in his eyes that should have warned her to forbear

"With Sir Adrian--with your rival, with thein little irrepressible gasps "Dynecourt, I adjure you to speak the truth, and say what has beco his eyebrows just a shade, as though in pity for her foolish excitement "I confess the lad of this chance that has presented itself in his extraordinary disappearance ofhis place and title; but really, my dear creature, I know as little of what has become of him, as--I presu all control over herself "You have et him out of your path His death lies at your door"

She points her finger at hih in condemnation as she utters these words, but still he does not flinch

"They will take you for a Bedlah, "if you conduct yourself like this Where are your proofs that I am the cold-blooded ruffian you thinktone "But I shall make it the business of my life to find them"

"You had better devote your ti his hand upon her wrist with an amount of force that leaves a red mark upon the delicate flesh "Do you hearof Adrian, but I know a good deal of your designing conduct, and your wild jealousy of Florence Delmaine All the world sa devoted he was to her, and--mark what I say--there have been instances of a jealous wo the man she loved, rather than see him in the arms of another"