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A HEART’S BITTERNESS. 49 to go to Sevres, to stay until to-morrow evening. ‘You will wish to make some purchases there. Ludy Clare and her friend will accompany us. Make haste, please.” He had his eyes fixed scrutinizingly on her. “Very well; I will go and speak to this lady, who is teaching me a new embroidery.” ‘““Pshaw! No; send Kate. Kate, go tell that person that your lady is engaged; she is going from Paris on a trip. Now, Violet, make ready. Where are your things? Wear that nav y-blue silk, and the hat with the pink ostrich tips, as you did yesterday. I like that combination. It gives you style. Why do: you not look up your things?” “‘ Kate will do that. I don’t know anything about it: [I will be ready by the time you have made your own prepara- tionss,” said Violet, quietly. ‘¢ Here, Kate,” cried Lord Leigh to the returning maid. ‘*Get your lady ready as speedily as you ean, and then do you put up what things she needs, and come out to Sevres with ‘Thomas this evening.” After this order Lord Leigh withdrew, but instead of go- ing to his dressing-room, he paced up and down before his wife’s door, as one on ouard. Violet was a little irritated by such asummary dismissal of her instructress and disposition of her time. She was ac- customed to be consulted with deference. If her friends had had views and plans different from her own, they had thwarted her in secret, as her grandmother had done, and only long after she had become aware of it. Usually Vio- let was the little autocrat of the household. And now this © man, who had only law and not love to support his claim, ordered her about as if he were her master. Still the mat- ter was a trifle, and she told herself that she must learn to endure adverse trifles pleasantly. She did not keep Lord Leigh waiting long, and he gaye her his arm to go down stairs, and glanced about as if warning off intruders, as the groom threw open the door of the barouche. But once in the carriage, his gatheri ing wrath broke forth. His tone was low, but concentrated indignatiot ‘Violet, where did you pick up that person who was in ie : your boudoir?” “It is a lady named Miss Hope. She is an English goy- Gomicbooks.co