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A FATEFUL ARRIVAL, 87 and my daughter’s status is fixed, I cannot entertain your proposition. Indeed it would be neither just te her nor to you.”’ The young nobleman bowed in acquiescence. *‘One thing more,”’ continued Mr. Hetlow, ‘‘and then, with your permission, we will drop the subject. I have talked little with my daughter as to her pros- pects while such uncertainty hung about them. Therefore I beg you wiil not address her upon the subject.’”’ The young nobleman, with a bow, said that under the circumstances he would not think of doing so, and thanked the old gentleman for his frankness and courtesy. Dick could stand it no longer. He deliberately kicked a piece of furniture to announce his presence, causing both to turn. ‘*Ah, Mason!’’ cried Mr. Hetlow, “I’m _ glad you’ve come. Lord Merrimount, this is one of my most trusted lieutenants (he said leftenants), Mr. Ma- son, of whom I spoke a moment ago.”’ The two young men bowed, the nobleman most cor- dially, and, as Dick felt bound to admit, without a trace of that haughty reserve he had expected to meet with. On his own part he was about to extend his hand, when it occurred to him that he had heard somewhere that Englishmen did not shake hands, so he contented himself with an inclination of his head, somewhat more reserved than was his wont. Merrimount was ‘‘chawmed’’ to meet Mr. Mason, and Dick was pleased to know Lord Merrimount. ‘‘Mr. Mason,’’ said Mr. Hetlow, after asking Dick to be seated, ‘‘we were discussing the search you have charge of, in its relation to a proposition I have had the honor to receive from Lord Merrimount. Your coming is timely, and we would like to know the latest.”’ ‘*I presume,’’ said Dick, turning to the young noble- Comicloeo® <S C© 3