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130 | THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. “TY knew nothing of the sort,’’ said Dick firmly, satisfied he knew and Wallis didn’t. ‘‘Well,’’ she added, rising as she heard the dinner bell, ‘‘we’ll go to dinner, and I’ll think what is best to be done. Ido wish the good Lord had given you a little less of good looks and a little more of brains. I don’t believe I'll ever get this straightened out.’’ Dick followed her quietly over the lawn, making no reply, for though he had been greatly irritated by Wallis’s words, and especially her contempt, yet he knew they were the outcome of her deep interest in himself and Bessie. Notwithstanding the firmness of his belief in Bessie’s determined rejection of himself, he felt hghter and more hopeful. Mrs. Stanton had not recovered from her indigna- tion over the appearance of the heart woman in a red shawl, but sat at the head of the table, in stately dis- pleasure, from time to time interjecting remarks quite puzzling to Wallis, who had not yet been made aware of the afternoon’s events. During the dinner, Dick learned that a coaching excursion had been planned for the following day by Mr. Hetlow, and that he was expected to be of the party. He shook his head as if he proposed to de- cline. Wallis sharply informed him he was to go and without question, and that he must behave himself hke aman, if that were possible—a doubt which received instant acquiescence on the part of Mrs. Stanton, if an active series of affirmative nods were to be taken as such acquiescence. After dinner, Wallis informed him that he must get through the evening without her as best he could, as she had a duty to perform in going to Bessie, who was ill. Before she left she whispered to him: “I. have a plan. 1 think it will suceced,~ Now, don’t spoil everything by refusing to go to-morrow.”’ Comicboolkkxs C@ 3